Bleeding Out
Lately fearing apocalypse, fearing that it will huddle us together like a nest of newborn dying mice, fearing that our mistakes have caught up with us, I pick my way through the dry leaves and fallen saplings in the few acres of woods that we still own on a small ridge above the village we call home.
House Calls
Did I say I was anxious? Maybe I didn’t have to. After all, whether or not I am a seasoned psychiatrist, skilled in maintaining boundaries between my life and my work, there was a reality before us. A plague was at the gates, and we were both well aware of the fact.