The Decline Of...
On my birthday recently I was out at a bar in Rochester with my wife and a few friends. We were sitting at a corner table, 80’s music competing with a football game on screens overhead, the slow build of intoxication easing away inhibitions. Pitchers were being steadily drained and, as is often the case
Waking to a...
Living with a family member who has schizophrenia is like sitting atop a mountain high in the clouds; you can see normal people far below, but the prospect of joining them seems impossible. From age 10 onwards I’d witnessed my mother withdraw from the world, put on black clothing, answer to different names, and lend
