Bipolar Chronicle 4: darkness on the face of the deep

1. The Judge has just told my father that he can’t go home yet. Twenty minutes ago he was all over the place. We were waiting in the hallway for someone to summon us into the conference room where the commitment hearings are held, and he was talking about writing a book on mold, and about learning …

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Bipolar Chronicle 3: fishbowl, microscope, spotlight.

One of the things that happens when your immediate family member is manic, and you are trying to get him hospitalized, is that the nurses, psychiatrists and social workers who are evaluating him will also sort-of evaluate you. They’ll listen for signs of family discord, or for hints that you might be exaggerating things. Why? Because maybe … Continue reading Bipolar Chronicle 3: fishbowl, microscope, spotlight.

Snowplow

1. We slept through the snow last night. I didn’t even realize it had snowed until I heard the plows scraping down Columbus Ave. By the time I got to the window it was all half-melted slush. It looked like there hadn’t been that much of it to begin with. They say a big one’s coming, … Continue reading Snowplow