Category Archives: Catholic school

September of my Years

One day you turn around and it’s summer Next day you turn around and it’s fall And the springs and the winters of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all? – Frank Sinatra I never thought about getting old until … Continue reading

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An open letter to my dead father

Trigger warning: lots of them; read at your own risk. That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.  In this city the kid’s my favorite.  I’ve seen him. I see him every day.  Seen him run outside … Continue reading

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I Am (not) A Rock

Part of the life of most bipolar people is regretting not living the life they could have lived. In most respects this is caused by the illness – the inability to make a keep friends, jobs, other social contacts. But … Continue reading

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Funeral for a friend

My best friend in high school died over the holiday. He was my age.  I hadn’t spoken to him since May of 2005 and I distinctly remember the phone call. Frank apparently died alone in his apartment in Florida and … Continue reading

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Sick Sick Sick

Sick, sick, sick. Everyone has suddenly come down with some kind of illness.  After having yesterday off, I find that several of my co-workers, who have been fighting various bugs, called in sick yesterday. My wife is hacking up a … Continue reading

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We were friends once, and young

Today’s screed is a situation that probably everyone can relate to or has experienced in one form or another. From The Washington Post: I was ghosted by my bridesmaid. It hurt more than any breakup. Best friends just. . . … Continue reading

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Well meaning advice and sick coping strategies

You have your coping mechanisms, I have mine. Post Script: HOW COULD I MISS THIS? It’s one of my favorite movies. Anyway, the subtitle for this piece should be: How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. The … Continue reading

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