Today marks the 8-year anniversary of my son’s suicide. Julian was 20 years young when he died. This story is dedicated to him, and everyone
Category: Memoir
Another Diagnosis
I set myself up with my smart phone, laptop and a cup of tea. When the phone rings, I hit “speaker” and poise my hands
Folding Fitted Sheets
We’re friends now. Friends without benefits. At least, not that kind. We are movie buddies. She sometimes cooks; I clean up afterwards. We pet-sit each
I Remember You
I don’t remember what your favorite color was. I don’t know that I ever knew. But I do remember the day we shared raspberry popsicles that
Morning Rush Hour
Mornings are chaotic, loud, controlled pandemonium. Mom has to get four children ready before the school bus arrives. If we miss the bus, it’s over an
Raising My Glass To Mother’s Day
[PHOTO ABOVE: From left to right: Celenia (author), Claudia (sister), Carmen (mother), Camelia (sister), circa 1980] I woke up yesterday morning feeling like, “Ugh. This day.”
Pay Attention
I awoke from a dream recently. This is significant because I rarely recall the content of my dreams, or even that I dreamed. This has
The Third Eclair
I’ve always liked sweet, creamy treats. Other desserts (pie and cake, for instance) were mere excuses to consume large quantities of ice cream or whipped
Coming Of Age
AUTHOR’S NOTE: When a child with mental illness comes of age, from a parent’s point of view, all bets are off. If your now “adult”
Rose-Colored Glasses
I find myself saying things that previously I would have thought were complete bullshit. That bad things don’t happen to us; they happen for us…
The Long Goodbye
I miss you. Not the way I missed you when your father and I went on our first date after you were born. Nana and
No Words
There are words for those whose spouses die: “widows” and “widowers.” There is a word for children, even adult children, whose parents die: “orphans.” Although
"A NEW NORMAL" by Celenia Delsol (c) 2022 