I have no clear idea what that title means. I cannot tell you my life has ever been a metaphorical gold, per se. Certainly it was a bit brighter when gold prices were up...Alright, enough of that.   ...

Shhh. It's raining outside. It's raining like the world might collapse above the roof of my new home. I have my office window open; slash. If rain was defined by a color it would first be bright like ...

Natasha Tracy, a fantastic and award winning mental health writer, interviewed me recently.     What was it like being diagnosed with bipolar at a young age? Did you get the sense you were sick at ...

  First a disclaimer of sorts: it is 4:23 a.m. over here in British Columbia. I fell asleep at 12 a.m.-ish. As per usual. And woke up at 1:30 a.m.-ish. And I cannot fall back asleep. This happens to ...

  Edgewood does not look anything like I envisioned; I am not even sure it resembles the website I searched at six a.m., out of my mind on stimulants. I recall pictures of large pillars and happy fac...

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SCENE ONE   The Guy drops me off at my parents lovely home to visit while he coaches a kids hockey team. Volunteer. Good karma he tells me then bitches all night about the other coach. Anyway. I wal...

Oh. My. God. I just averted a huge crisis that left my heart racing and sweat gathering around my temples. My Sirius Satellite is not working! I was almost ready to scream and throw my beauty of a new...

Before I get to work on an article on Non-Conventional approaches to Addiction recovery I feel like spewing out some bollocks Now, the book is doing well. I think. I had some replies regarding my A...

Shit. This cannot be happening (dad please stop reading!). Yesterday, I wake up and cannot move. No! Blinding headache; a dry mouth. A feeling of nausea that is not related to having-a-child-right-now...

When I was little I used to have nasty child-dreams. The usual sort; dragons and witches and my parents missing limbs. Um. That was weird. I had dreams in which I knew I was dreaming but could not wak...

I hate anxiety. I hate anxiety like I hate the absolute fact that my ORANGE cat knocked a cup of coffee on my laptop. But I have a new lap top. It scans my finger to access. I am not joking. It is sor...

Sometimes, sleep is my nemesis. I'm up early, around 7, if that is early to you. Asleep between 11-12. I have a day-timer full of ten or more things. Usually, I can sleep. My nights are pretty much th...

    A couple (literally two) readers of my blog like  it but not the "crass language" maybe I should go to confession. Baptized after all. Imagine. The priest who might have his mind on someone o...

Dodging bullets. It's the little things that are hitting me full force. Like a kick to the gut. When I wake-up in the morning and look in the mirror, glasses perched on my face, I am confused. Where d...

This is linked under my "Publications Tab" but I have posted it here because...well...Does anyone read the publications? Touche.       "Publishing a book is not nearly as glamorous as the media po...

I used to have really bad anxiety. It changed throughout my life. As a child. A young teen. Locked in my bedroom. As a young adult, taking deep breathes at work that never helped. I cannot tell you ho...

It might benefit me to direct my "Creative Energy"--quoting most non-creative people and/or creative people AKA 100% of the population--elsewhere. I have two beautiful guitars, see below, and expensiv...

I have no idea why "Times New Roman" is the font of choice. Ever since I used my first computer. Well, I like "Book Antiqua" It's pretty right? I used to write in this blog a lot; really no clue if an...

I am actually staring at my hands. Sort of like one of my bad acid trips when I was certain they were not attached to my body. Except now I am certain they are. It would be dire if I were were thinkin...