Category Archives: getting old

Field of Dreams

Ray Kinsella: Fifty years ago, for five minutes you came within… y-you came this close. It would KILL some men to get so close to their dream and not touch it. God, they’d consider it a tragedy. Dr. Archibald “Moonlight” … Continue reading

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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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My Depression Top Ten Hits (plus one)

Note to readers (all six of you): the muse has not been friendly the last six weeks, ergo, nothing from me. As I’ve said before it’s not that I didn’t want to write or have anything to say, but when … 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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Ruinations on Bipolar and Life

It’s taken me the better part of my life to realize that I have always carried this disease of the brain and I shall take it to my grave. It has been the catalyst of a series of up and … 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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Am I Dead But I Don’t Know It?

But I still like Randy Newman I have nothing left to sayBut I’m gonna say it anyway*I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the fact that I rarely listen anymore to the music I grew up with and, up … Continue reading

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