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My Mother’s Diary

My mother had another attack at around one in the morning. I had been expecting it. The attacks usually come in flurries, four or five in a day aren't uncommon. The sign is to set up protective measures as soon as the first one hits. Funny thing is, none of the pills seem to do anything. A phone call from Dad though. Funny woman. Who knew an anxiety disorder[...]

To My Baby Girl

To my baby girl, If you’re reading this, then by now I hope you know that we live our lives tenderly and gracelessly, like stars falling out of orbit, trying to clutch onto their fires. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you all these things back when I had the chance; in children like you I see madness that is best preserved from anything adults may try to ration[...]