Caught in the undertow

I watch my daughter drown. Every day. I watch her claw her way to breach the surface throughout the day, every day. I watch her clutch tightly to an interim sedative and slip into a fractured sleep, only to awaken under water. Again. I wonder how long it was there, that silent, unremitting undertow waiting to clasp her ankles to […]

by Tara Lindemann· · Opinion, Voices