This Too Shall Wear Pants
I wanted to blog on psychology tonight. It’s been a weird couple of days as I’ve been suffering a bad cough and visiting with my parents and extended family. Every time I hang out with my parents I remember certain stories of my life growing up. The “wear pants” one is a [...]
Broken Mood Thermostat of Bipolar Disorder
My hope in this series is to produce a paradigm shift in people’s attitude toward bipolar. Remember when you were a kid and your parents said you were going somewhere really special? Depending on your age, it could have been grandmother’s house or a flight to a 3 day stay at Disneyland. Remember feeling your [...]
Inflatable Rings and Object Memories of Childhood
My daughter picked an old life preserver like a favorite toy and it made me realize something about objects and memory.
We are Now Our Parents
Our parents occupy a space in our psyches that determines so many of our thought patterns. It starts when we are very young babies and continues on until even after they pass away and we ourselves become the unique parents and grandparents. If we are fortunate, our parents are people we can and [...]
Kids, Choices, and Consequences
A police friend I know has been shot at, threatened and scared half to death by some of the criminals he’s dealt with. Another fireman friend of mine from years back has almost destroyed his back pulling people out of burning buildings. As for me, I deal with something every day more ominous than [...]
Where the Wild Things Are
This post was inpsired by a children’s book I read my kids a lot.
Did you ever think a choice was good and when you took it found you were stuck headed to a dead end? This happened to me once when I was 19. I had just quit my job at the grocery [...]Spring School Ends, Bring on the Puddings
When Sarah and I went to the movies this week we were struck by how many cars were in the parking lot. “Ahhh it’s Spring Break.” I said to her. Kids are out in full force this week. Although I was the teacher of some of them, I wasn’t. I chose [...]
