There is an old saying; if you have to start somewhere, it might as well be here. It wasn’t referring to blogging. In my case, more sickness and poor health may be on the way, or so goes the path of my imagination at the slightest sign. On day 10 of my hospital...
I remember visually where I was standing when I first heard the CBC Radio announcer describing this piece of music he was about to play. It wasn’t so much music like a song, but a tone. Somebody had invented, or discovered this tone that sounded like it was...
The psychiatrists are often made fun of, because they too often seem to blame the mother or father. I grew up with a mental illness condition before even the term mental illness was coined, and long before people knew A.D.D wasn’t just a kid being irritating on...
Every once in awhile when I’m watching a television show, and my mind thinks ahead and figures out how it’s going to end, it makes me remember my dad. My memories of him have pride attached. Like a good son, I looked up to him, and respected how smart he...
