I was worried the past few days. I was getting sick–again. The manic depression that had hurled me into a psychotic attack in December nearly
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Ode to Instagram
I stayed away from the thing for a long time. To me, it was just another waste of entire days, something that got in the
Our Guns, Our Madness
Dear Reader: This is from the archives, I wrote it after the massacre in Las Vegas. Unfortunately, it’s a timeless piece, and will remain so
The Writer’s Life: Journal Writing
My first girlfriend, Nancy, gave me a journal when we were in high school. That was in 1977. Forty-one years later, I now have forty-five
Surviving Madness, Salvadoran-Style
Last week I wrote about my Uncle Paco, who had played a big role in me finding my Salvadoran roots. He helped me see that
The Sudden, Psychotic Need for Jazz
About a week after the breakdown on Christmas day, in a moment of relative calm, I was sitting outside in my pajamas, staring at the