About five years ago, I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. It was the best day of my life because I could finally put a name to the thing that had been haunting me for so long. I could finally put a name to the thing that had almost ruined me–mentally, physically, and financially. There is not a day when I don’t wake up wondering how I will feel today. Will I be zooming around like a bat out of hell? Will I be brimming over with new...
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Image by Getty Images via Daylife I don’t usually write about politically charged issues such as abortion, but, today I will make an exception. I want to ask the question, ” Are you really pro-life if you take a life?” For the record, I am pro-choice. However, I am not pro-abortion. I believe that it is a woman’s right to chose. As a mother of two, I can attest to the stress and trauma that a woman’s body endu...
Okay, here it is. After several fits and starts, here it is. My blog. I have never really thought about seriously blogging before, even though I have had a blog for a while. I have never thought of myself as a blogger either. On some level, it seemed to be the opposite of everything that I learned in journalism school–unsubstantiated opinions about questionable facts. My rules for writing were to never write anything about anything that cou...

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