Throughout this month, I'm blogging about my memories of summers past. My mood tends to be at an ebb every summer, and I'm trying to discern if there's any pattern there. Why does this happen each year? What causes it to be different some years? So in my last post, about 2014, I remarked that … Continue reading The Summer of 2013
Throughout the month of August, or so, I'm looking back at summers in my past, to see what my mood was like. I am testing a theory that my depressions are usually bad in the summertime, unless I'm doing some good inner emotional "work." Five years ago was the summer of 2014, and I have … Continue reading The Summer of 2014
People sometimes ask me, "How are you doing?" or "How are you feeling?" Sometimes, of course, it's just blah blah small talk, like all of us engage in. But sometimes, people will ask me, "How are you doing?" and I know that they're asking it regarding my mental health. They're not just saying hello, they're … Continue reading How is your brain today?
It's day three of Movember, the month in which I join millions of other men in wearing a moustache, in order to bring awareness to men's health issues. But I'll be honest: there's something that seems really off this year about this, especially so soon after the Kavanaugh hearings. There's something that just seems wrong … Continue reading Movember in an Age of #MeToo
I have been rocking an excellent multicolored beard for some time now. It's become more and more grey, with flecks and stripes of red still in it as a throwback to my youth. (My beard has always come in red, despite my dark brown hair. Call me GingerChin. No, actually, please don't.) But now the … Continue reading It’s Movember
It was an amazing day at church this morning. It was Rally Day, the first day of Sunday School, the first day of a brand new Sunday School program at our church, with new teachers, a new curriculum, and a new style of teaching. It was Youth Sunday, an annual event where our teenagers plan … Continue reading The Truth of the Dark Voice
I have never owned a firearm. I have never fired a weapon. I don't think I've ever even touched a gun. Alright, I think I may have fired a BB-rifle when I was in cub scouts. But that's about it. Probably the initial reason why I've never owned a gun is simply because I grew up … Continue reading Why I Will Never Own a Gun