My journal is full of lists. To-do lists, a packing list for our Christmas trip, lists of words (did you know that "glazomania" means "a passion for list-making"?)... Yes, I almost just embarked on a comprehensive list of my lists. What IS it about lists that I love so much? Lists allow for compartmentalized chaos. (Kind of like … Continue reading (List#5) Things I Love About Lists
Tag: Recovery
If God Acts as Travel Agent, Don’t Argue the Itinerary
I dreamed last night that I was back in Safe Haven, the psych-facility where I recently spent ten days, and the dream felt comforting. The place is well named. My cell phone was one of the things I missed most in there---not for calls, but for Google (I hadn't realized how many things-a-day I look … Continue reading If God Acts as Travel Agent, Don’t Argue the Itinerary
A Dash of Tobasco
Last week at the beginning of a session, my counselor handed me a plastic dinosaur. I tucked it under my arm as we talked, and waited for him to tell me what was up with the toy. Of course he didn't start by telling me anything; instead, he asked me what I "noticed" about the T-Rex... … Continue reading A Dash of Tobasco
Addendum to a Eulogy
Yesterday my dad should have turned seventy. He passed away this year on my birthday, so this weekend we've been missing him on his. Ironically, I could still practice my favorite joke-ritual, which was not to call my dad (whose depth of phone-phobia was rivaled only by my sister's and my own) on his birthday. I … Continue reading Addendum to a Eulogy
Gypsying (OR: A Borderline Personality Working on Borders)
If you’re not familiar with poker, the thing to understand is that you start a hand with some cards of your own, and you don’t yet know what other cards will be available to you to use in that hand. You have to “sign up” to play that hand by putting some money in the … Continue reading Gypsying (OR: A Borderline Personality Working on Borders)
Singing in the Shower
It's fairly telling that my most "recent" post here dates from almost two years ago. It's even more telling that I haven't FELT like writing for two years. (That should be a red flag for a person like me, right?) And the real irony is that there was plenty to be writing ABOUT in those two years, … Continue reading Singing in the Shower
“Life”—a Revised Edition
My sister and I used to play the Milton-Bradley board game Life, moving a plastic car along the predetermined path (adding pink or blue pegs to represent spouse and kids), and marking the "mileposts" of American living by paying or collecting money for various events. I suppose this game is intended to represent how life is "supposed" … Continue reading “Life”—a Revised Edition
Kana's Chronicles 