People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

Pick Your Poison

Cursing and sword swinging in the wee hours. That doesn’t seem entirely normal. . . . → Read More: Pick Your Poison

In the Forests of the Night

I am tired. Tired in the extreme. Tired enough to be a little concerned about driving.

Not half as tired as Carter, though.

Spring is flat lousy for some people with bipolar. No one really knows why; longer days, more sun, or some other reason (and don’t most of us feel a lift of . . . → Read More: In the Forests of the Night

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