Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I’m not great with quotes. The problem is one of memory: perhaps I’ll go Memento on the problem and tattoo them onto my legs – elsewhere is occupied and I can’t read my back. I don’t remember quotes but give me a commercial, and I’m golden. The addition of music fixes much. I’m going to go a little “walk to school uphill both ways in … Continue reading I love a good list.
I love music. I’ve been around it my whole life. It wasn’t a family thing, it was a “me” thing. It started with the piano. We had one, though no one played before I started. My mom wanted to but didn’t. She’d tried as a child, but her mother criticized the desire out of her. My grandmother could be harsh. I started piano lessons at … Continue reading When your favourite album’s the artist.
Once upon a time, I believed I was a writer-savant. I came to that belief during my school years, and the feelings solidified during my all-lower-case university days. In my defense, I tend to do well with scholastic writing, mark-wise, so it wasn’t an unreasonable assumption. I did edit my academic works, a habit I excluded from my personal writing as unnecessary, what with all … Continue reading An adverb is (not always) a beautiful thing – an off-the-cuff joint.
how many shades of green in the backyard cedar hedge, how many variegated branches flicker in the sun? impossible to count – the more you look, the more you see. more greens dance there than live in my box of crayons, and i bought the deluxe set. how many differing raindrops fall on how many differing blades of grass, each welcoming the varied deluge as … Continue reading one true way (poetry)
From Famine to Feast 