Self-Help is Vital for Recovery

Self-Help is Vital for Recovery

I am in charge of my well-being. That doesn’t mean I should go it alone. My stand on this is to handle all I can but not allow pride to stop me from asking for help when I need it. Sometimes, asking for help before we need it prevents our challenges from becoming...
Zelpha had Style

Zelpha had Style

The matriarchal force was my grandma Zelpha, and Zelpha had Style. I challenge myself often as to why I am more comfortable being a single woman over marriage.  I dig deep for reasons to feel badly about myself—  Intimacy avoidance? Abandonment issues?  Stubborn?...
Idea for a Book

Idea for a Book

Blog Post #2 – Robb’s letter to me of 4/22/73 on an Idea for a book about the skyjacking. Some may wonder why neither Robb nor I have ever written a book about the skyjacking prior to now. One of my reasons is that I was determined that I would never do anything that...
My Mom, my Dad and Me

My Mom, my Dad and Me

It was deep in the winter of 1995. Mom was at the end of a long illness. She was dying. We called for the parish priest. He came and administered last rites. When the priest left, I was sitting with Mom, and she said, “I must be pretty bad if the priest came. I must...
Moral Injury – an Indelible Trauma

Moral Injury – an Indelible Trauma

Killing in combat is inevitable. In the Vietnam War, it was a priority. “Body count” was the order of the day every day. To kill a fellow human is unnatural. The result of overcoming that moral aversion and killing a man is a – moral injury – an indelible trauma – a...
Bipolar disorder and creativity

Bipolar disorder and creativity

Bipolar disorder defined my life as much as a wheelchair. Like so many others blessed by the curse of bipolar disorder, a.k.a. manic depression, prescription drugs did not help but left me feeling like my mind had been hijacked and was pulling me deeper into a...

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