Just another day I’ll probably want to forget.
“Let me retain my position as chair of this department, and I will grant you an honorary doctorate in rhetoric, Peters!”
Everyone could hear Dr. Harris scream as agents cuffed her, dragging her out of the department office in handcuffs,
In 2020, sports is not like it used to be
Once published, the bill would provide and justify my admission to the graduate program.
I would stop at nothing to encourage Dorothea’s weight gain until she felt too uncomfortable with her appearance to look for love elsewhere.
I lost my erection immediately.
“You’re like the mother of healing…in the world, Silvia!” I told her.
I finished watching season 7 of Blacklist, a psychological crazybot about a criminal who has the FBI on a platter, and turned to the next episode of original Star Trek reruns.
I haven’t worked in many formal or professional settings. When I first landed at a “”real”” job, it wasn’t the paycheck, status, or new schedule that got me excited to go to work. It was the parties!
Expressly, goodbye parties.
“I need help,” Mcdaggot admitted.
I began to hear, think about, and approach the world based on these new and emerging delusions—they pulled me into a distorted reality.
I am a rhetoric scholar and a person living with schizophrenia
Fifty one years ago we walked the moon
Mcdaggot moved from receptionist job to secretarial positions but never seemed to make it past an assistant to someone more capable and better suited for the stronger and more lofty position.
A good friend of mine, a licensed social worker and peer advocate, said to me once last year: “Max, you certainly love writing about your
In the end, it was the sheer size and strength of the stingies that overtook the sheer volume and numbers we had behind us.
Two chapters from Wales Middle School
Book Review of Climbing Toward November by Ember Manos-Belle
“I’m on Lexington and Fifth, darling”