February was not always hard. Maybe, for some people, it still is not.
I love winter. February used to be the pinnacle of winter glory. Everything white and frozen, bright peaceful walks in the middle of the night in a perfect snow fall. The world hibernated under a deep freeze, waiting to wake up in the spring. It was glorious.
2013 was the year that all changed.
2013, in general, was one of the worst years of my life. It all started in February with an intense and…
What has come about in writing the story of the last 25 years of my life, and doing it for many reasons, is to sort out "memory glitches" that I have. Over the years I've worked with a number of therapists on this, and the general consensus is that they are caused by trauma. Much of what is Swiss cheese in my memory relates to traumatic events in my past.
Writing the story, and using various methods to stimulate memory, not just to try to patch memory glitches, but so I get can the right feel…
By some chance or pattern, every time the primary season kicks off, I am either travelling or just returning from travelling, which injects some gonzo raggedness into what is a very ragged procedure. And the day that caucus goers were gathering in Iowa to select delegates to the Democratic Convention, I was wandering around Vancouver, Washington, trying to figure out how to get things out of storage. Storage being perhaps an apt metaphor for…