Our business in Gallup was concluded. It had been a great working trip this time. Lots of new contacts and lots of amazing new work. We had shed most of our feeling of being strangers, finally. “You wanna go to a Yeii’bi’Chai, tonight?” Maureen wore a blinding grin....
Annita Sawyer’s memoir Smoking Cigarettes, Eating Glass is a gripping and moving account of her experiences in psychiatric hospitals. She shares her experiences and writing process with us. SL: Your memoir, Smoking Cigarettes, Eating Glass won the 2013...
April 1964 The day room air hung heavy, dense with the body odor that comes from waiting for bad news. As all twenty of us settled in, the atmosphere was hushed. Even Ellen, who ordinarily spoke loudly to anyone who would listen and usually ended up talking to...
The pattern I saw as a small child when I closed my eyes: concentric ovals in purple, red, and electric blue, with the oval rings vibrating around a few dots in the center, which vibrated too. The sound of my mother sitting on a sofa in our quiet house late in the...
