Beyond Blue

In her classic book, “The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity,” Julia Cameron offers readers twelve ways to recover their sense of self or inner creativity. According to this artist, nurturing one’s creative powers is a spiritual exercise–and […]

Since today is the Feast of the Annunciation, when Mary said “yes,” I thought I’d reprint my “yes” moment, my “Saving Grace” moment. I’m directionally impaired. Always have been. When I was four, I got lost in the hallways of […]

God, I offer myself to Thee– to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them […]

Twelve years ago I sat next to an Indian man at the wedding reception of Eric’s best friend. He claimed that he was trained in the art of palm reading and asked if he could read my palm. “Ahh. Very […]

Wishing you all a lucky day. Given that today is my sobriety anniversary, I’ve always liked this prayer by St. Patrick: I bind to myself God’s power to guide me,God’s might to uphold me,God’s wisdom to teach me,God’s eye to […]

Since we crossed a big milestone this week, I thought it would be appropriate to republish my very first interview–with Talia Mana who directs the Centre for Emotional Well-Being. She wasn’t part of the “How Do You Move Beyond Blue?” […]

I can’t count on my hand the number of times I’ve sobbed in front of a complete stranger because it’s happened more than a hundred times. But I can count the number of times I’ve been on the receiving end […]

“The Way I See It #199,” on my Starbucks coffee cup Saturday morning (a quote by Berkeley Breathed, the cartoonist and creator of “Opus”): “I’m not sure about people anymore. They’re responsible for some pretty nutty stuff. Individuals I’m crazy […]

If anyone deserves an Oscar for exceptional acting, it’s a depressive. My guardian angel, Ann, told me the other day that she has spent more than half of her life pretending to be a happy person. “People have no idea […]

Last January I caught Eric underneath our dry, sagging Christmas tree with a bottle of wine in his hand. “Are you feeding the tree wine?” I asked him. “If it’s as depressed as I am, it could use some,” he […]