It never occurred to me to get more sleep. Sleep was for wimps. Sure, I was tired, I'd joke, but there was no way I was going to take a nap. I didn't have time for a nap.
What woman has time for a nap?
Journalists love declaring that psychiatric medications symbolize some slice of the zeitgeist. So I can't say I was entirely surprised when I opened my mailbox the other day and saw New York Magazine's latest cover article proclaiming that this is the era of Xanax.
My first foray into the nebulous world of antidepressants was in 1985 when I was put on Sinequan. It gave me severe cotton mouth, didn't do much for my mood.
I came to know many military family members from the support group Home of the Brave. The group's goal is to help one another gain information and justice in the noncombat related deaths of their loved ones.
During the 10 or so years that she was addicted to cocaine - back in the days when Fleetwood Mac's album credits would include a 'thanks' to their de...