coping with depression

  • When a Breakdown Is Public (or, That Time My Mom Was on WorldStarHipHop)

    Theodora Marie is my mother. She is one-half of an identical twinship forged in Grandmother’s womb some 66 years ago. Teddie is a fiery Sagittarius, an old-school nationalist and my very first love. My mother is a slight woman, 5 feet 7 inches tall and 110 pounds, but her mouth? Gargantuan. Her heart? Titan. If…

  • Dirty, Pretty Things 

    Dirty, Pretty Things 

    Often, after an intense therapy appointment, instead of sitting in my car, folded across the steering wheel before I have the strength to face the rest of the day, I make a detour to the T.J. Maxx on the way home. I don’t always buy anything; I just wander the racks and flip through organized…