Courage, My Love…

Human in Recovery, being the wicked-cool bloggess she is, started the Courageous Confessionals Blog Award. It’s an effort to recognize someone who is “on a personal journey of healing, wholeness, and community through sharing your… Read More →

Sometimes I’m not a Cynical Jerk

Though I might just be hypomanic. Regardless, I’m madly in love with my new neighbourhood.  It’s full of life; useful shops within walking distance, friendly people, families, parks, restaurants, painted alleyways, chatty old… Read More →

Brain Rot

Sometimes, folks, the cure is as bad as the condition. I’m taking a buttload of Lamictal (often used to treat Bipolar II) which has considerably evened me out. No more super-productive, spastic, soaring highs (which I… Read More →

On fatherhood [and motherhood]

I am the wife in the post, “On fatherhood”*. I thought that kids probably weren’t for me, since I suspected I would not fare well with snot, barf, tantrums, crying, whining, sleeplessness, financial… Read More →