Last night ‘on the walk’ Lupe and I saw a shadow in the midnight black, bone-chilling distance. An elderly man lying helpless in the snow, black…
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My therapist – “you’re an addict. You’re in recovery” (say what?). I don’t care how you got there, or which doctor gave you the pills.…
Leave a CommentWhen a milestone comes, embrace it. Do the happy dance, you deserve it. Whenever you push beyond the comfort zone no matter how scratchy, ridiculously uncomfortable it…
Leave a CommentBenzo withdrawal and the excruciating road to recovery is well worse than the lowest, hottest depths of hell. Actually if there was a hell, I’d…
2 CommentsA friend mentioned my author feature and The Vast Landscape article made the CITIZEN’S Top-Ten most-read feature stories of 2014. After a particularly, challenging shiteous week with my…
Leave a Comment“It all comes back to a red metal bench in the woods, on a small hill by a nothing special pond. The air is sweet and wet and fall is here for now. Ducks sleep near the brisk, damp water waiting to take flight to sunnier places, offering no solution. I shiver and squirm in my own discomfort, clenching the bench, determined to will myself better. I’ll sit there god damn it, I’m as stubborn as you, until there is something to look forward to. I’m not pretending rosy and cheery just maybe a hint of curiosity.
Leave a CommentThe Vast Landscape sequel is getting closer. I have lived with and loved these characters so long it stings to say good-bye. Life carries on so that’s…
Leave a CommentI wrote The Vast Landscape, mostly to stay alive. Because I HATE the word BiPolar and all it has taken, not only from me but…
Leave a CommentThe traffic light turned red. This time, I could not avoid the person standing at the corner. In his spot night after night. I pulled…
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