By Patricia Ljutic (This story contains suicide.) My friend Lila had an ever-present yearning to be somewhere other than where she was, as if emotional burrs lodged under her skin and began pricking her before she could settle anywhere. She spoke about changing where she lived, but had such a…
THE INFOMERCIAL HOURS I flip from station to station of promises for cures to what spins around in my after-midnight mind. For only three payments of $29.99, I can lose weight, tighten muscles, peel back years like Joan Lunden. Only seven minutes left to sign up for a seminar on…
