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Have I ever thought of a book?

A reader, bless her beautiful heart, recently asked if I had “ever thought of a book.” This comment, while breathtakingly sweet and a balm to my self-scathing soul, betrays a fairly fundamental lack of understanding of what it means to me to have bipolar disorder.

Have I ever thought about writing a book? Being bipolar means [...]

We are not bad moms

(Inspired by an off-hand comment from a friend of mine, but applicable to pretty much every mom I’ve ever met. Very, very few of the dads, though. And no, that is not a coincidence.)

Allowing, or even encouraging, your toddler to watch TV does not make you a bad mom (or mum).

Using disposable diapers/nappies, [...]

A minor talent

I have some talent musically. I studied piano for twelve years, and tutored it for a summer after high school. I played the sax in band, first the alto then the bari. I can play an octave on a dozen instruments, and pick out the three-note melody for Mary Had a Little Lamb on [...]

This Is Not an Introduction

Blogs scare me. I grew up writing journal entries for teachers to read, honed my essayist’s pen on college entrance applications, found my voice on mothering forums, so you’d think I’d be a natural. But there’s a pressure with blogs that there isn’t on a discussion board, nor even with college apps: [...]