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Hello! I'm a writer from central New York who has bipolar disorder. Among other topics, I write about mental illness and writing. I have short stories published in Lynx Eye, Lost Coast Review, The Outrider Review, Sliver of Stone Magazine, The Mondegreen, The Linnet's Wings, Cobalt Review, Breath & Shadow, The Round Up, Postscripts to Darkness, Masque & Spectacle, and several other journals. I have essays about mental illness in The Ram Boutique and Amygdala Literary Magazine, and an essay in Parts Unbound: Narratives of Mental Illness & Health, a book that was published by Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective. In December of 2016, The Mondegreen nominated my story "Santa Lucia" for a Pushcart Prize. I've written a novel entitled Purple Loosestrife and a novel entitled Hoping It Might Be So, both of which I am submitting to agents and publishers. I'm working on a novel called Dark and Bright as well as a book called Violets Are Blue: Essays About My Bipolar Life. I have a B.A. in English from SUNY Buffalo and an M.A. in English from SUNY College at Brockport. I hope you enjoy your visit to my blog!

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Cruel April?

On this, the last day of April, I need to post the following quote:

"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain." ~T.S. Eliot

April has not been cruel to me fortunately. It's been a cold and wintry month in upstate New York, despite it being technically spring. But I haven't minded this because May is on its way.

There's an ineffable sense of memory and desire that I feel in April. I don't know what it is, but at this time of year, I feel a yearning for something I can't quite name. It eludes me, but it isn't disheartening. I can explain it no more than this.


April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/18993#sthash.8MAeBWlt.dpuf
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/18993#sthash.8MAeBWlt.dpuf

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  2. I think all of us who aren't totally covered heart and soul in concrete feel the stirring of nature at this time of year. Thank goodness for that at least!

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