by Mark David Goodson
It was during our tax-prep that I knew we needed to get away together.
We had spent the 2016 tax year throwing W-2s, 1099s, anything that might register in a schedule A, B, C, or Z into tax folders. She marked hers “2016 Taxes” and I marked mine “New Taxes.” When she asked me that morning to put the tax folder in my bag so that we have it at the appointment, it never dawned on me that there would be two separate folders to bring in.
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by Angela Santistevan
It was close to an hour walk to Sissy’s house. Katie would often do cartwheels, front walkovers, skip and run across the front lawn of her yard to entertain herself. But not today.
Today she would ride her brand-new bike. It was beautiful, a purple ten-speed. It was her maintain-straight-A’s-all-year reward. She had no clue how long the trip would take on the bike, but on the way to her friend’s house there was a really big hill. Katie couldn’t wait to glide down that one.
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by Valarie Kinney
When my first child was born, I was frantic with worry over all the terrible things in the world that might go wrong. I brought her home and stayed up nights, staring at this tiny, helpless being in the bassinet, keeping myself on guard for fear she might stop breathing or start choking or fall prey to some sort of Boogeyman in our home.
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by Neesa Suncheuri
Let my child grow and gestate within me.
Let her explore my warm insides,
And find safety before her birth,
I teach children at a school,
They raise their hands and question
This child you created,
Their parents gossip about me.
You are absent from the dinner table.
I spend my evenings harboring their
Complaints on the cell phone,
On the playground outside, I see
Parents with their legitimate children in strollers.
My child yet is unseen, and I try to hide from them too,
You called it art when you
Carved me a child
Then took your knife
And you carved me too,
Then you spilled all my reds
But couldn’t clean up
‘Cause you said you were
This child is a rainbow
You will never see.
Staff Writer – Poetry
Neesa Suncheuri works as a mental health peer specialist at a housing agency in Queens, New York. She is the founder of a Facebook discussion group for peer specialists and other recovery enthusiasts, entitled “What is Wellness? A Mental Health Discussion Group.” Much of her creative inspiration is rooted in her now-tamed schizophrenia. She writes poetry and fiction, and maintains a blog called Unlearning Schizophrenia. She is also a singer/songwriter, and an enthusiast for the German language and culture. Follow her on Twitter at @neesasuncheuri.
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Twenty-one years ago, my parents met in a psychiatric hospital. I like to say I was doomed from the start. No one else thinks that’s funny.
Continue reading The Terrible Father and The Schizophrenic by Christin Harper