Helen

Last night I dreamt of being in my paternal grandmother’s house.  It was just as she had left it the day I went with her to the hospital.  We didn’t know then that she would never come home, and would instead spend the end of her life in the clutches of Parkinson’s disease, wasting away … Read more

Crescendo

My uncle stopped taking his medication.  He has schizophrenia. He and I have never met face to face—except when I was a toddler—but we have developed a close and caring bond over the phone.  He is a genius who attended an Ivy League college and had the world in his hands; even a fiancée.  One … Read more