Alex can through the door with a bang of his full backpack against the wall. Blue immediately hopped up mid-writing and went to the front door, wrapping both arms around the scrawny kid in the large coat. He was always happy to see her, a wide smile on her face and she was always happy…

The words spat to no particular person at all. “Benji, if you wanted to get some cereal, then why didn’t you just ask me!” She knew the toddler hadn’t any understanding that he wasn’t supposed to climb up the pantry shelves and spill the Golden Grahams onto the floor. Even her frustration was more at…

I wonder what it’s like not to have depression. The words were scrawled across the lined paper with a cross between cursive and print. The ink was neat and practiced, the tip of the pen resting gently into the period. Her fingers curled a little tighter. There was something she wanted to say, needed to…