On My Schizophrenia Tamagotchi

“Farrah’s back,” I said at brunch.  “She seems to like mornings.” It was a morning just days ago when Farrah appeared for the first time.  A puppy hiding between the edge of a desk and the wall.  She never got too close, but when I paid particular attention to her, I could, unbidden, feel herContinue reading “On My Schizophrenia Tamagotchi”