I Don’t Talk Much: Memorial Day, Part One – Of Flags, Freedom, and Truth
For my first Memorial Day Weekend here I slept, slept, would have gone outside but it was cold and rainy (of course today the rain stopped for the first time...
For my first Memorial Day Weekend here I slept, slept, would have gone outside but it was cold and rainy (of course today the rain stopped for the first time...
Practice of Madness is going professional… For the 3-year anniversary of POM coming up in May, some significant changes are being made. Enjoy the archives while I work on Inkling: Transmissions...
Dearest readers, I have some exciting news from the book-writing world. I’ve decided on a subtitle for Inkling, and later this week, a friend and fellow psych survivor will be...
Not blogging for the month, in hope of collecting donations instead, is proving to be a bit of a challenge. So I searched out this fancy new animated button. when...
I come to this place wearing the chip of the day on my shoulder. I have moved back to British Columbia’s fairly remote interior, a choice that I feel strong...
Scars is sicker than sick and tried to die but didn’t make it. Institutionalization number 8. When I leave there will be pictures of scars and stories. I have divorced...