Let me tell you a story. I read a lesbian manga recently called Alter Ego by Ana C. Sánchez. The plot concerns a woman, Noel, who is madly in love with her best friend Elena, who begins a relationship with a man. Noel erupts, seeing Elena as hers, terrified of
Let me tell you a story. I awake early. I walk over an interstate highway to a cafe nominated for a design award; you can sit at the counter and look into the roastery through cathedral style windows I have a cortado and read a graphic novel cover-to-cover. I go
Let me tell you a story. A few years ago, when I decided to leave my marriage, and move to Portland, I met someone. They were the first new person I talked to, the first I met in person. We were both in the slow process of getting divorced, we
Let me tell you a story. A number of years ago I worked for a county-level organization that aimed to reduce stigma around mental illness. Such an organization, underfunded it was, had universal application- any gathering of people will have personal or familial experience with mental health. Society throws up
There is a devastating, ambiguous grief when a friend goes silent. Are they gone for a bit, a long while, forever? I pour my anxiety and my sense of grievance into when I don't understand those I considered close, or were considering considering close. So much of my