Gun-shy: Firearms and the Mentally Ill

I opened the door when she knocked. Given our last exchange–during which I had to haul her by the hand out of my place of work while she shouted about how my new boyfriend was part of The Conspiracy (corporate, federal, state, personal) against her–I was wary. But she was my mother after all. At… Continue reading Gun-shy: Firearms and the Mentally Ill