Food Network. So, I just got extended basic cable for the first time in nearly 5 years. My favorite channel is the Food Network. I love watching "Chopped" and "Beat Bobby Flay". Plus, I like having the local channels so that I can watch the news (because I am a senior citizen) and "Saturday Night... Continue Reading →
i have what i have and i am happy i've lost what i've lost and i am still happy -outlook From the poetry book "Milk & Honey"
Walk On by U2 And love is not the easy thing The only baggage that you can bring... And love is not the easy thing The only baggage you can bring Is all that you can't leave behind And if the darkness is to keep us apart And if the daylight feels like it's a... Continue Reading →
you were the most beautiful thing i'd ever felt until now. and i was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing i'd ever feel. do you know how limiting that is. to think at such a ripe young age i'd experienced the most exhilarating person i'd ever meet. how i'd spend the rest of my... Continue Reading →
This weekend marked a milestone for me. Since 2015, I have been hospitalized for manic and depressive episodes attributed to Bipolar I disorder 1-3 times per year. These hospital stays ranged in length from 5 days to 3 weeks. Once, I ended up in the state hospital for 3 weeks. It has been a LONG... Continue Reading →
Oh you guys, this is quickly becoming a huge summer hit with me! It is light and rich all at the same time. Plus, it's totally easy to make. It feels like a special occasion even if it's just a breezy summer Wednesday. The key to this is (something my Mom told me) good quality... Continue Reading →
"It goes on and on, and finally there are only others' recollections of your behavior--your bizarre, frenetic, aimless behaviors--for mania has at least some grace in partially obliterating memory." "But then back on lithium and rotating on the same planet at the same pace as everyone else, you find your credit is decimated, your mortification... Continue Reading →
"I will light a fire on cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread. People will come to me to have their fortunes... Continue Reading →
"The shop smelled of stale smoke, damp, and plastic dust covers, and it's narrow and dingy and dirty and overcrowded, partially because that's what I wanted--that is what record shops should look like, and only Phil Collins's fans bother with those that look as clean and wholesome as a suburban habitat--and partly because I can't... Continue Reading →
