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...umpteenth time, going, "Why does he do this stuff?" And Paul, our son, very matter-of-factly said to me, "He'll never get it, Mom. He's a sociopath." And that word - I didn't like it. I thought it just sounded like a crazy, murderous person. That night I went on the computer and I looked up sociopathic behavior, and a lightbulb went off in my head. I said, "Oh, my God, this is what I have been living with all my life." So I thought if I wrote it down and relived some of my own personal...
FOXBOROUGH, Mass. — On a recent Friday night, I saw Harvard Yard in a way I hadn’t seen it since my freshman year. There were no harried, sleep-deprived students hustling to class; no stumbling revelers on their way to the River, braving the New England winter in hopes of forgetting a week’s worth of stress. There were only dimly-lit walkways surrounded by trees and history, a picturesque tableau that someone with an engaging and fulfilling college career ahead of them would find easy to imagine...
...course, I’m going to be a senior in a little over a month, and the promise that the Yard held for me three years ago was dampened that Friday night by the prospect of having just one year left to make up for lost time before being exiled into the barren wasteland that the “real world” has become...
...rock out on the piano as if it was still 1975 and they had just blown a few lines in the dressing room. Luckily, my best friend Danny and I had tickets to see Billy Joel and Elton John play at Gillette Stadium in Foxborough, Mass. the following night...
...like to say that I left Gillette Stadium that night with a new sense of clarity about my uncertain future, but I didn’t. In the end, it was just a concert. But after seeing two sexagenarians—both of whom have hit rock bottom enough times for multiple lifetimes—prancing around the stage like the glory days never ended, I think I’ll be able to view my next trip to Harvard Yard with a little less melodrama, and a little more perspective...