The Color of Hope

I almost missed them. On Saturday, we walked up to the park to play for a bit, and on the way home, we passed a tree in the planting strip: there, against a gray branch under a gray sky, were three palest pink blossoms. I was nearly past them before I saw them. I...

Epiphany

I took my first antidepressant yesterday. I also marked the lintel of our front doorframe with the letters C, M, and B, the traditional initials of the Magi who journeyed from far-off lands to worship the Christ Child. It seems fitting, I suppose, that those two...

Back from the Brink

I think – I am cautiously hopeful – that I’m coming back from wherever it is I’ve been this past month. I’m not exactly sure where I was or why I went there, but I’m pretty sure postpartum hormones and six months of sleep...