"Just a little bipolar, babe," I say. At least he'll know what to expect when he comes upstairs. The back door was wide open...
“As you get older you will become less resilient,” the psychologist said. “It comes with the territory.” The territory, of course, is the backdrop of my life, my pendulum of emotions, my tunnel visions and visions of grandeur, days of nightmares and nights of daydreams. I have the panopoly of symptoms comprising bipolar disorder and... Continue Reading →
Change poopy diapers Pick off cutworms from tomatoes Examine my wrinkles under magnification and strong morning light Bat at a wasp Begin a new website It is Friday. Often I look after my two young grandsons on Fridays. We are just now leaving the phase where this could have meant up to two poopy diapers before... Continue Reading →
The fireplace. The book. Our daughter's trip to Europe.(She won't let me post a picture of her.) My soon-to-be-legendary spaghetti salad. plus This blog post.
This year I broke a previous vow and planted annual flowers. I knew full well that I was dooming myself to frequent watering and care over and above the usual. But they're so pretty! Since our house is dark (weathered pine) I chose to put in many, many white petunias interspersed with deep salmon pink... Continue Reading →
Holy Moley. "View from the Rollercoaster" is now published and available on Amazon or at my website, http://www.viewfromtherollercoaster.com. The only emotion I have to compare it to is when I received my degree from Mary Baldwin College. It feels great. Now, like then, I have to go out to market but that feels like a... Continue Reading →
So without calling into question my entire decision to self-publish my first book, let me simply state the rule one more time. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES MAY A WRITER PROOFREAD HER OWN WORK. My mother wrote columns, news and books. She began roping me into her study when I was very young to proof her stuff.... Continue Reading →
A young blogger was kind enough to post Klerman's Primary Bipolar subtypes (Psychiatric Annals #17, January 1987) in her post. In the comments, she is one-upped by an even newer listing of sub-types. I pass it on for information - if someone you know has these symptoms, be there for them. well, color me fascinated... Continue Reading →
I refuse to stare at a blank screen. It hurts my eyes and my ego. So the well-known secret to writing applies. I am indeed spending time with my rear end in a chair with brain engaged and fingers moving, plodding if necessary, to put it out there. However, while writing every day is my well-disciplined... Continue Reading →
It is 2:15 in the afternoon. I've been up, as usual since 6 or so. And I've been in front of this computer for nearly every minute of it. I'm trying to be faithful to my own websites (2) and blogs (2) and this is the week the mock-up of my first book has arrived... Continue Reading →