here, finally, is a review long promised, of alister mcharg’s extraordinary memoir, invisible driving. this book, says alistair, reads with the urgency of a novel. my work delivers a wild and hilarious thrill ride through the misunderstood, phantasmagorical world of manic depression, providing both a visceral sense of the experience and a thoughtful context for… Continue reading “invisible driving”: a memoir of mania and depression
image by my new blogging friend, alcoholic outsider artist
military mental health: sign of strength from militaryhealth on vimeo. it’s a sign of strength to seek help. for an anonymous mental health or alcohol assessment try www.militarymentalhealth.org.
i’m doing NaNoWriMo again this year, this time determined to do all i can to make it to the 50,000 word count. so my blog posts may be sporadic, or short and sweet, or both. like this one. only it’s not sweet. at a walmart in lethbridge, told by a friend: a drunk native fellow… Continue reading arrest them! no, not the drunk guys
the following was a comment on my blog post alcohol and art. i really enjoyed the insights, and with the commenter’s (lew’s) permission, i am sharing the gift of his reflections here. it’s hard to know what’s real anymore. on the one hand i know that alcohol hinders me, certainly in my social life, but… Continue reading alcohol, art, sobriety and escape
i was going to offer you another poem of sarah’s in this post but there’s something i need to say before we move on to that. the braidwood enquiry into robert dziekanski’s death, the polish immigrant who was tasered at the vancouver airport in the fall of 2007. and constance barnes. right from the very… Continue reading taking responsibility: constance barnes and the braidwood enquiry
a buddhist metta prayer for mothers who do not fit our stereotypical image. the throwaway mothers, the bad mothers, the ones we point our fingers to.
this is a guest post by my blogging and twitter friend alexander zoltai. it’s the story of how, down and out with alcohol and homelessness, he almost … well, read for yourself: at first, i was trying to push ahead when i really needed healing time. went from a homeless situation in ohio to florida… Continue reading up the down staircase