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When I Met Molly: A Short Story of Depression

I think I remember when I first met Molly. She was fourteen months old, standing just a little bit above my knee. Her hair was short and messy, clinging loosely around her…

Field of Wildflowers

In a Field of Wildflowers

The People We Can’t Pick It was about 3 months ago or so that I found myself sitting on the sofa of a stranger. My sketchbook lies in my lap, fingers curled…