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The blood in my dad's beard

The blood in my dad’s beard hardly looked real, more red-orange than ruddy, almost clown-like, but terrifying when he stretched his neck tendons and tightened his jaw, his eyes rolling like an animal in distress to show a lot of white, a panicked horse or rabid dog. 640 more words

Memoir

COAL RIVER TRUE CRIME: JOHNNY'S GONE MAD AGAIN

CASE 9: JOHNNY’S GONE MAD AGAIN

By the late 1800s, Newcastle was trading with San Francisco, South America and Europe and the port’s internationalism made it a volatile, if predictable, crime locus for drunken fighting, standover gangs, escaping convicts, prostitution and shanghaiing. 5,368 more words

Coal River True Crime

Submitting My Manuscript to My Publisher! Resources & Boo Boo's

Greetings, my friends!

Yes, I’m thrilled to announce I’m finally delivering my baby to my publisher, but it’s not a human baby. For starters, I take lithium & a MAOI, so I’m done with all that.  1,406 more words

Bipolar Disorder

Falling into staying sane

The day I was ready to throw the magic pills away, I was in the Arctic. I was enjoying 24hrs of daylight, all of it under blue blue skies. 160 more words

Biography

Falling into despair

I’m not going to pretend that memoirs have to be in chronological order so bear with me.

Many years ago now, I felt despair, for no reason, anything would grab at my throat, and stop my breath. 199 more words

Biography

Number Line

Real numbers fall to either side of zero. Graph the inequality.

freshman [ ] junior:

After high school, I thought I was done with math. It had been my weakest spot on the ACT by a wide margin–an embarrassment to me. 297 more words

Creative Nonfiction

Living Life Amid Passing Shadows

There are occasional days I awaken as if slogging through a heavy mist of haunting dreams, feet unsteady on the floor, body trying to find real sense of consciousness and three-dimensional space. 1,819 more words