April 8th. My Tabby is asleep, curled at my shoulder. Her paw draped over both eyes. The darkness of a sun not yet crossing the horizon makes it easy to keep my head on the pillow. I don’t want to
When discussing law student mental health, an understanding of how stigma impacts diverse/marginalized demographics is important. There can be a tendency to view stigma as a equals impact, cookie-cutter conversation. The reality is that it can have a radically different
Every now and then I feature a lawyer or law student who has something to say on the issue of mental health in the legal profession. Providing a platform for new voices is just as, or even more important than
About fifteen years ago, I came across some very old photos belonging to my mother. One of them was a photo of a man and women with what appeared to be their two young children. I asked my mom who they were.
The combination of late night heat, humidity, and alcohol make every breath feel like my last. By the time I get to my car, I am soaked as if I have stepped out of the shower. I turn the air
I recently visited my mom. She lives in Mt. Lebanon, which is a southern suburb of Pittsburgh. She is still in the house where my two brothers and I grew up. I make several trips a year back to the
My yellow, “Number 2” stops and stutters along the last sheet of clean paper in my homework notebook. Almost worn to the nub, there is only a small sliver of wood to fit between thumb and index finger. I’ve spent
I wonder how many looked at my friend and colleague Gary and said nothing as he struggled with addiction. I often replay the months leading up to his death like a feature-length motion picture.
Summer 2013. A muggy, hot morning
The “Boom Boom party room” at the Palms Casino in Las Vegas seems to be swaying back and forth. The Sugar Hill Gang hit, “Rapper’s Delight”, is blasting. I grab the edge of the bar for balance. There is
My father, my hero, Norton “Norty” Cuban passed away on July 10, 2018. He was 92 years old. He was born in New York City to working class Russian-Jewish emigrants. The middle of three brothers. His father, Morris, sold baked