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Archives for March, 2012


My Reunion With Dr. Bob, Part 1…

As anyone acquainted with me and this blog knows, I see a psychiatrist regularly for my mood disorder. We started seeing each other in 1991.

He's an unusual

Dr. Bob is not a psychoanalyst like my first psychotherapist back in 1960. She was Jungian and probably one of the only therapists to treat children like me in Toronto.

"A very, very, very difficult child," I've been told time and again all my life. "There was something wrong with you."

You hear that...
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Punching Myself Up…

No. Don't worry. I'm not getting into self-flagellation or abuse. Quite the contrary.

Here's the

Back in 1977 when I joined the racy, irreverent tabloid Toronto Sun fresh out of broadsheet-biased journalism school (as all journalism schools were and probably still are) I had to learn to "punch up my copy."

Make it grabby. Make it smart. Make it snappy. Make it sing. In other words capture the reader with the story and the intoxicating way...
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The Zen of Knitting…

In January, whilst in the thick of my Eating Disorders Outpatient Program, I began knitting.

A scarf. I knit it on circular needles in three colours from a design in Alison Hansel's Charmed Knits, Projects for Fans of  Harry Potter.

I didn't follow the pattern very closely. Pattern-following isn't really my style.

I knit a work of wearable

I refined the design. Used three colours instead of two and let my mood dictate when I would...
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A Very, Very, Very Difficult Child …

I wasn't there.

I cannot attest to the factual accuracy of what I'm about to share with you.

But according to a very close relative with whom I visited this weekend, I was given "everything" ~ all the love and attention in the world ~ but "there was something wrong with me."

"From birth," the relative pronounced with profound authority, "you were a very, very, very difficult child in every possible way."

That is one truth. But...
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Changing From The Inside Out…

I don't want to think about when I last wrote to you. I feel and look like a different person. Inside and out.

It is overwhelming for me to explain these differences.

They may not even appear to you, but they are shouting loud and clear to me.

Yes, I hear voices, all the time. Perhaps you do, too.

Or you do not to listen to

Today, you're probably different that you were a few months ago, too....
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