Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

Bridget who is crazy said that sometimes she thought about suicide when commercials come on during TV. She was sincere and this puzzled the guidance counselors.

But Mary Elizabeth felt different. She kept saying it was an "articulate" film. So "articulate." And I guess it was. The thing is, I didn't know what it said even if it said it very well.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

It's nice to have things to look forward to.