It’s maddening behavior like this that makes semi-hysterical depressives like me a particularly easy-to-love lot.
And then, I realized, I wasn't alone. I was greeted by another voice, one I’m already deeply familiar with.
A little, buried part of me had just enough romance left that the idea of living in an aluminum tube jimmied between ferns and large pines felt nice.
my heartbeat began picking up speed as I transitioned into a mode of operation I’m all too familiar with.
Last Wednesday, I noticed an innocently-placed FedEx envelope at my doorstep.