Truth is a Health Practice

Stress is just the name we give it when we can’t say what’s true

Late one night in New York I sat on the bathroom floor of our apartment with the lights off.

Henry was maybe eight months old and fast asleep. I had somewhere around 2-3 drinks in me, which had become my reasonable way to end a Tuesday.

The city was doing what the city does at that hour, a steady buzz outside the window. And I was doing what I had gotten…