Mary Van Pelt These days I have conversations with myself. Sometimes I think I need to get beyond my own stories of recovery; after all, it’s been more than thirty years since I experienced forced psychiatric treatment in a locked ward. It’s been more than ten...
Andrea Penner Two café tables away sat an impeccably dressed older gentleman. He wore a gray suit, light shirt and tie, and a soft burnt orange knit beret. His head was bent forward into his left hand, so I could not see his face. With his right hand, he ate...
Andrea Penner Two café tables away sat an impeccably dressed older gentleman. He wore a gray suit, light shirt and tie, and a soft burnt orange knit beret. His head was bent forward into his left hand, so I could not see his face. With his right hand, he ate...
Sipra Roy The entire creation of earth, both animate and inanimate, flow in harmony with Nature, except the human species. Other than humans, all accept its different seasons both rough and friendly. In the rainy season plants grow lush green leaves but shed them in...
Rebecca Jo Dakota It’s stuck. This thing in my nervous system. Somewhere I can’t even see it. It bothers me every day, this old feeling of striving, of “not good enough.” Can I nudge it out to daylight? It’s in some pipe underground, or something, covered, in the...
Janice Alper August 1985 My brother called. He never called, so I knew it was serious. “Mom’s not doing well, you’d better come.” I hastily packed a small suitcase, left my four kids, my husband, my job, and flew from California to New York. When I walked into...
