Tuesday, April 23, 2013


I wrote a piece on Medium about when my brain got squishy.
You realize there is a problem when you cannot sort the laundry.
Picture it:
There you are, in the laundry room.
The laundry basket is full of dirty laundry.
You look out the window.
  1. overcast
  2. the sky is a pale blue with cloud streaking across it
  3. it’s raining and you’re wondering if the roof is going to start leaking again