Posts Tagged ‘Memoir’

Blocked

16Oct13

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 haven’t been posting as frequently, but I still pop on to check out any comments, browse the reader, peek at dwindling stats.  I am humored by the daily broken-English Spam comments advertising green tea extract or selling some bigger, badder blog engine. I am always amazed by the Google searches that bring people to […]


I’m standing on a soapbox because I’m angry. I’ve seen it over and over: a mother trying to get help for her mental health issues while family members punish her like she’s less-than, selfish, or unfit. Instead of working with them, they take away their kids, which only make matters worse. Being fit means getting […]


I’m sitting under a painting of a naked lady.  Once a week, I sit in the corner of the café with my writer friend Diane.  She’s fond of saying, “I tell people I spent my morning under a naked lady.” And it’s true. The painting is huge: spans a quarter of the wall of the […]


Why Runaway?

25Jan13

I ran away from Michigan in 1992.  I was barely 17.  I took up with a rag-tag team of misfits and headed out across the countryside with a pack of smokes, a student ID, and a small pack of clothes. We stuck out our thumbs and hoped for the best.  What  I discovered, uncovered, and […]


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 got my first response I wanted to delete.  Given the almighty-power bestowed upon me as Blog Master, I was offended by a dissenting view of mental illness and my story.  It was a long, wordy comment under SMILE (Part 1) http://whatsbroken.me/2013/01/08/smile-or-other-psych-ward-stories-part-1/ In order to (hopefully) ignite the flames of a fiery debate, I want […]