I like to listen to birdsong – an off-the-cuff joint.

My house backs onto green space. It’s a hydroelectric substation easement and therefore will never be developed. On the other side of the easement is farmland with a reasonably-sized wetland park bordering the reserve on the west. Nature, where I live, isn’t quiet. Sometimes, that pisses me off – I love desert quiet – but mostly I love the music. The only thing that could … Continue reading I like to listen to birdsong – an off-the-cuff joint.

Reblog: My Session With Depression.

I’m not a fan of depression. I’ve had a lifetime to come to that conclusion. My first depressive episodes went untreated and unnoticed in my teen years. The first time it was diagnosed and addressed was after my first suicide attempt, which was also when the world (or at least, those in my circle) learned I was fighting and losing to an eating disorder. They … Continue reading Reblog: My Session With Depression.

Let’s go shopping – fun with depression.

I’m not writing much these days beyond keyboard warrior entries on Twitter. A level of rage helps there and depression keeps my angry close to the surface. It’s good that depression combines anger with a diminished ability to control oneself. I enjoy the way I blow up my life when I’m depressed. But I miss writing. I miss having a routine. I miss feeling like … Continue reading Let’s go shopping – fun with depression.

Titles are tiring, even autobiographical ones.

I’m someone who’s quick with a joke or to light up a smoke. I’m funny, or so I’ve been told. Dry as a desert, but droll. I have a quick wit. It’s a family trait. Too bad it doesn’t come with a kinder heart. We’re wordsmiths, and I rarely struggle with my riposte. Except when it comes to titles. When it comes to naming my … Continue reading Titles are tiring, even autobiographical ones.