What do a wake, a funeral, a dog who seems to have developed irritable bowel syndrome, a depleted bank account, and a would-be fistfight in a Wal-Mart parking lot all have in common?
Why, they all worked together to make up my week, of course.
(Don’t worry, I wasn’t involved in the scuffle. I just happened to be strolling up the aisle when Wal-Mart’s parking lot almost turned into a boxing ring.)
Fortunately for today’s Sunday Sanity (yes, Sunday – I was running errands yesterday and our servers were undergoing maintenance last night, so, no posting for me!), the world of mental health …read more

It took me much longer than I anticipated to read Bruce Goldstein’s Puppy Chow Is Better Than Prozac – The True Story Of A Man And The Dog Who Saved His Life. Not because the book was a difficult read (on the contrary, it was quite an easy read, especially given Goldstein’s conversational writing tone) and not because I didn’t like it (I did like it). It took me so long to read the book because once I sat down to read, I was completely engrossed.
So, I quickly learned that I could only curl up with Puppy Chow Is Better …read more

Oh. My. Gawd. Is that not just the most precious little thing you’ve ever seen? Ozzy is his name, and according to Bruce Goldstein, Ozzy is more than a ridiculously cute canine.
He’s also a lifesaver.
In his new book, Puppy Chow is Better than Prozac, Bruce Goldstein tells the story of how bipolar disorder sent his life spiraling out of control ($18,000-helicopter rides over Hawaiian volcanoes? Sure, we’ve all been there. Mine was more of an eBay spending spree, but hey, we BPs tend to work with what we have) until Ozzy stepped in and proved to be just the anti-depressant …read more