Surviving the Crazy Twins

My struggle with the crazy twins that haunt me: Bipolar Disorder and Alzheimer’s Disease.
I Picked The Right Father .  .  .  I Guess

I Picked The Right Father . . . I Guess

My Dad was quite a guy. With a heck of a story. His father, Wesley, was a church mouse poor religion professor at the tiny Nampa Nazarene College just west of Boise. Until, that is, he contracted tuberculosis and they moved him home to the frigid prairies north of...
Cul-de-sacs

Cul-de-sacs

I’m ashamed to admit how many times I’ve watched the Australian film, Unfinished Sky, over the last week or ten days. Actually, I suppose I could say that I have nothing to admit because I’ve completely lost track.  Is it 4?  Or 10?  And, if I knew...
I Have To Admit It’s Getting Better

I Have To Admit It’s Getting Better

Take it from me, this bipolar thing can leave a jumbled pile of wreckage in its wake.  For me, it’s mostly about people.  Spouse.  Kids.  Relations.  Friends. But let’s not forget the star of this little drama:  me.  Or, more specifically, the person...
Nature?  Or Nurture?

Nature? Or Nurture?

Our local rag-The Denver Post-ran a front page story on September 3 with the headline, “Mental Health Issues Spike.”  (I tried to find the on-line version to link it here, but no dice.  Why?  Not sure.  The Post’s internet pipeline is as shriveled as...