Category Archives: growing up

The Voices from our Past: latest column from The Mighty

TODAY Why I Still Carry the Words of My Abusive Father as Someone With Borderline Personality Disorder Keith Gottschalk Contributor • 2 followers Follow Me Borderline Personality Disorder 87K followers Following ✓ Be firstBe first Stupid. Whiny. Spoiled. Lazy. For … Continue reading

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Brain Weasels Attack!

Editor’s Note: I really can be quite humorous at times but lately, as you might have noticed, things have not been going well at all. I write the way I feel and I write, not on a schedule, but when … Continue reading

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Echoes through the years

Big honking ass trigger warning: child abuse. “All these cold and rude Things that you do I suppose you do Because he belongs to you And instead of love And the feel of warmth You’ve given him these cuts And … Continue reading

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This (wasn’t) us

I’ve gotten hooked on a network TV show which almost never happens. You might have guessed by the title of this piece – ‘This is Us.’ I usually don’t watch this kind of schmaltz but I got hooked. Maybe it’s … 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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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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Dad, you ever hear of The Tubes?

I always prided myself on thinking on my feet. In my family, it was a survival skill and often the result of the mercurial nature of my other three family members.  It was a fine summer afternoon back in 1976 … Continue reading

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