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I'm no longer silent about bipolar disorder

I've blogged about depression, but something always held me back about bipolar disorder. Well, here it goes ...

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In my early twenties, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

I went through bouts of mania where, in no particular order, I trashed my townhouse, ran up large debts, got kicked out of bars, had run-ins with police, considered . . .

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January 25, 2017

New Year's at Oma and Opa's

A poem

Fireworks

We rang in the new year at the home of Oma and Opa, who are parents of a family friend. Their Dutch hospitality was affectionate, amazing, genuine. Thank you, Oma and Opa! The kids, my wife and I enjoyed every minute.

New Year's at Oma and Opa's

Silver mirrored sun
over familial hearth
reflects a memory;
firewood stacked
on mortared stone

. . .

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Posted in: poetrynew year

January 12, 2017

Smells like recess

A poem

Kids at play

Smells Like Recess

Ball up in sky
like rocket to moon.
Cartwheel exquisite;
polka dot ball.

If I were a spider
on the wall,
I would crawl
into your arms,
jump over the net,
mixed dirt and sweat
stained cap
smells
like recess—

smells like
love.

Bell rings,
time to leave fun;
back to class,
sit up straight.

You have nothing to lose.

Recess time filled
. . .

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December 15, 2016

An awesome Redblacks Grey Cup parade

My son and I joined thousands for an Ottawa football celebration

Ottawa Redblacks parade on Bank Street

A grey, drab, Tuesday morning. Ottawa awoke to a thin sheet of freezing rain coating the streets. By noon, the temperature had risen, the ice had melted and thousands of fans lined Bank Street for a victory parade to cheer on their football heroes and 2016 Grey Cup champions, the Ottawa Redblacks.

We parked on Fourth Avenue between Chrysler . . .

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December 01, 2016

Growing up Grey Cup

The Canadian Football League is quirky, exciting and intimate

Montreal at BC, 2005

The television’s blue-hued light flickered in the dark. “I hear someone coming,” I whispered to my brother. “Turn off the TV and hide!” The stairs creaked as Dad made his way downstairs to get a drink of water. We hid behind the laundry room door.

“Shh … be quiet or we’ll get in . . .

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November 24, 2016

Ribbon Bear's Excellent Kindergarten Adventure

Ode to a stuffed animal

Ribbon Bear in plant

When my kids were in kindergarten, students took turns bringing home a stuffed animal from class. Parents contributed to a journal, detailing activities their families would participate in with the "stuffy." Below is a poem from that journal.

Ribbon Bear's Excellent Kindergarten Adventure

There is a bear
who travels everywhere . . .

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November 10, 2016

I'm not sure why I had to defeat my son at chess

His growth as a player took a back seat to my need to win

Chess board

I learned chess as a youngster. I found the order and strategy compelling. So I was more than happy to teach my sons how to play. There is a rhythm and motion to the game: looking ahead, planning your moves, setting up your opponent for a masterful maneuver—there is something about that.

My boys have progressed to the point . . .

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October 27, 2016

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