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I’m not much of a multitasker. In fact, I lack the ability to do much more than two things at any given time, too often, only one. Sara says I’m single-minded—that I’m focused and goal-oriented. Her description is a kind … Continue reading
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–for J. K. and the other mental health professions who were part of my care at the Muskogee Regional Medical Center. Whatever your religious belief, whatever your church, mosque, or temple affiliation, if the hymn “Amazing Grace” speaks to a … Continue reading
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You think I’m kidding. Better yet, you assume I’m crazy. However, I’m neither, actually. Well, I may be a mad brick shy of a lucid load—but, during the 1990s I was admitted to psychiatric facilities no fewer than twenty-five times, … Continue reading
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May is Mental Health Awareness Month. And as someone who fought the debilitating symptoms of bipolar disorder for more than a decade, I’ve done a guest post for Deborah Bryan at “The Monster in your Closet.” Deb does a powerful and moving … Continue reading
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I’ve admitted before that I have food issues. However, my problems with over-eating are rooted in more than merely my mother’s crazy attitudes toward diet, exercise, and all things weight-related. Because I have bipolar disorder, I take psychiatric drugs that … Continue reading
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I couldn’t have been more than three or four, when my paternal grandmother, “Kimmy,” as we called her, would bundle me in a red cardigan she herself had knit, slip on my newly polished but inevitably scuffed up saddle shoes, and lead … Continue reading
I’m having a weird week–not wanting to write, not wanting to look back–a relatively wordless week, compared to most–a week without much in the way of memoir work, a week with fewer than usual over-the-shoulder glances. In all honesty, I’ve had … Continue reading
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Most readers who know about my father’s mafia loyalties might be surprised to learn that my mother was, and still is, extremely religious—religious in an evangelical, speaking-in-tongues kind of way. Sometimes her speech is peppered with “praise the Lord” and … Continue reading
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You think I’m kidding. Better yet, you assume I’m crazy. However, I’m neither, actually. Well, I may be a mad brick shy of a lucid load—but, during the 1990s I was admitted to psychiatric facilities no fewer than twenty-five times, … Continue reading
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My family mocks me mercilessly about this. My nephews’ efforts to humiliate me for saving cat food cans know no bounds. They love to remind me of the empty Sweet ‘n Low packets I collected—the sales receipts I saved. They … Continue reading
Kathryn McCullough
Sara (Kathy's partner)
