Monthly Archives: January 2018

Given my sense of humor you are forgiven if you think this is about masturbation. I may indeed write about that someday; an illustrated guide. Maybe a desk calendar. It’s a worthy subject, to be sure, but not today. I … Continue reading →

Depression has many guises and, PT Barnam not withstanding, is the true greatest showman. Sometimes it allows us to dress up for Mardi Gras and appear to be someone totally different from whom we are on the inside. At others … Continue reading →

This begins my daily effort to write something worth reading. <<<pauses while he thinks of something >>>. I have been on meds for my depression for close to four years now. I never would have thought I needed them. Then … Continue reading →

Emotional pain and creativity seem to be linked in some way. I have no idea why. I sucked in neuro. Be that as it may, when I am most depressed I am often compelled to write. When I am most … Continue reading →

You can’t count it love until you’ve lost If you love someone this is what it costs. -Switchfoot I went camping the other day. It was right after a grueling four day trip to the east coast then on to … Continue reading →