Being the subject in a feature article which appeared in the first section of the Sunday edition of a US major newspaper like the Chicago Tribune was wholly a great experience, but also one in which I am relieved is diminishing in attention. Like a child standing abreast the Sundae Buffet Bar at a local … Continue reading Whew! 15 Minutes Is A Long Time!
No rhetoric; no sublime style; no lexicons or etymology. Pure and simple disclosure of disquieting issues. Please, REPOST THIS ON YOUR BLOG. Personally, I prefer privacy over publicity; I exposed my life in the hope that the stigmas of mental illness, obesity, and homosexuality might be reconsidered to be human conditions worthy of respect and … Continue reading Chicago Tribune Feature – Published Sun., Aug. 26
Early last week I was contacted by a staff reporter from the Chicago Tribune newspaper asking if I'd be willing to share Life With Bipolar II. I'm a private person by nature, but also an author rummaging through his past looking for experiences which, when written in my style will leap from me and land … Continue reading Chicago Tribune Feature – Set to Appear This Week
It's called imprinting, the rapid learning process by which a newborn or very young animal establishes a behavior pattern of recognition and attraction to another animal of its own kind or to a substitute or an object identified as the parent. Ducks must be given full credit for bringing this natural attraction to the world's … Continue reading Maybe We’re Just Like Ducks
Thursday, July 10, 2008 started out normally: cotton had been stuffed between my ears sometime throughout the night; my body had gained an enormous mass as well, its weight pulling me deeper into the feather bed, my heavy legs swinging to the edge like cast iron bells; my feet encased in iron felt ready for … Continue reading The Night My Liberty Was Nullified (Thursday, July 10, 2008)
Fifteen years ago I developed an obsession for Rolex watches which eclipsed practically every other interest or desire. Its greatest impact was felt by my spouse: He was hostage to my unyielding resistance to any gift that wasn't a Rolex. Eventually Nick's patience and resolve buckled beneath the burden of my expectation. One Christmas he … Continue reading My One and Only Rolex
Like the greeting card aisle of your neighborhood pharmacy, there are sections of my mind which hold funny, cherished, sympathetic, sorrowful, goofy, erotic and celebratory messages. An old childhood friend of mine used to spend hours reading the greeting cards and laugh out loud at their simple jokes or be moved by their poetic sentiments. … Continue reading Memory Migration (excerpt from “Journal: August, 2008; 6 weeks post-breakdown)