Two weeks ago, I had an existential crisis. It started at about 2 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon and lasted about a week. I am a naturally existential person, so crises come easily to me, but this crisis had...
I was not always an only child. For a week of my life, in the early days of January 1996, I had a brother. His name was Matthew Joseph Lowe. He passed away peacefully in my house, but has remained in my...
“No, I can’t be depressed. I’m not some psycho,” I remember telling myself once. For two-and a-half years I had felt this way. I went on with my life just telling myself I was in the wrong...
I suppose one could say that I’ve been up in the air for a long time. The pressure up there is different, and so whenever I touch back down to Earth, like clockwork, my ears pop. Before too long I always...
