The big black garbage bag, shiny and ominous sat in the middle of my living room floor. I looked at my best friend, despair emanating from...

I bought the book but never read it. I really didn't need to, I'm sure. You see, I have the same disorder as the author. Today is ...

I wish I could have told you certain things. Too many factors blocked our connection. There are no regrets. Simply... it is how i...