Posts Tagged ‘addiction’



  The day after I may or may not have broken up with boyfriend, my old professor emailed me.  She asked if I’d be interested in a job teaching a lit course to nurses and social workers. It would be at 8am in the middle of winter, where ice is slick and thick, where darkness […]



An old junkie friend of mine called the other day.  I haven’t heard from her since I left that world.  Some would call it a “lifestyle” – though there wasn’t much “living” going on at that time.  Even calling her a friend is a stretch.  Maybe she was a partner in crime.  A war buddy.  […]

I’m speaking with a man I don’t know well, though I’ve seen him around for a few years.  We are leaving a high school pops concert.  My daughter just finished a complicated, half-hour chamber orchestra performance.  They played McCartney’s “Live and Let Die.” His daughter had four solos in the Varsity choir.  Our girls are […]

I read that book when I was ten.  Back then, I loved reading – anything to escape my lackluster (at best) and chronically chaotic (at worst) childhood.  My mother was / is mentally ill.  Addiction is my family’s middle name. Needless to say, CONFUSED should have been my first. (Side note: due to yesterday’s discussion, […]

    Belle of the Bin – The paperwork to move over to Lodging Plus is slow and confusing. I sign and date sheets and forms with long lists of psycho-babble and insurance lingo that make no sense. Murray and Jennifer look sad in the rec room, hand me a piece of paper. “It has […]

Trick or Treatment “Seems like the new meds are working better,” Dr. Lopez says. He sitting at the foot of my hospital bed, his long hair pulled back into a pony tail. He’s got my chart snug against a clipboard and flips through the last few days group and psych tech notes. “I think so. […]

Writing about being Crazy is making me a bit….crazy.  The author needs a mental health vacation from talking about lock-ups and lock-downs, nurses with pills and paper cups, patients with problems.  Here’s a real POLAROID (not some picture made to look old by a fancy, computer program) of me around age four.  Please note my […]