This is the scariest thing by him I’ve read, but the Instagram posts where he decodes secrets printed on candy bar wrappers are also . . . worrisome. He believes he’s in some symbiotic, ordained relationship with Trump. Trump has yet to chime in, but he probably will soon. He has the time.

When I see his work anywhere I’m so glad. It’s unusual for a contemporary poet to be so consistently good. I’m not sure why that’s the case (although I have some theories), but yowza, he’s just marvelous, and it’s great to hear he’s also enjoyable live. As we all know, “attending a poetry reading” is often synonymous…

I loved this. Thank you.

As we read in Hamlet, the rest is silence.

Yes, I feel like most of what happens in childbirth is talked about constantly, including in sitcoms. What I rarely see discussed is post-delivery PTSD (PTSD may be a too strong description; a trauma response, at any rate). 

I’m sure many of you have seen this, but it really put the event in perspective for me, as I’ve never lived in a city as it was being enveloped in volcanic ash. All signs point to that being just around the corner, however.

I never would have cut off contact with my mom if I hadn’t had babies. I reached a point where I said to my sister, “I don’t care about the current drama with her, because I am not a daughter anymore. I’m a mother.”

It seems silly to say that an comment thread with complete strangers lifted a weight off my shoulders somewhat, but it has. I’ve spent the past four years having to be the sane one at all times — doing all the emotional work for our marriage, our children, practicing compassion and forgiveness for unforgivable…

In another comment I mentioned the friend I confide in; his husband rapid cycles as well, refuses to accept his diagnosis, and is close (I fear) to end-stage alcoholism. Because he won’t prioritize treating his mental illness, no addiction treatment stands a chance. My friend’s life is one of glimmers of hope amid…

I’m very private about this in real life, and really only talk about it with one friend (he too has a bipolar husband). But posting these comments and experiencing the kind and understanding responses makes me think I should maybe join a support group for spouses; we all go through the same thing. Thank you so much…

The helplessness is awful, I agree. And now that he’s been stable for eight or nine months, I struggle to understand what’s real — is there an essential Mr. Heresy? The man I’ve adored and given my life to for the past twenty years vanishes as soon as the first breeze of mania touches him. The changes are subtle at…

I wish I could carry your comment around and give copies to the young people in my life before they get married. What you’ve described here: that’s what marriage is. It can be very hard, and it become unrecognizable in the blink of an eye, and at that point you can stay or you can go, but there will be grief either…

You are absolutely right on every point. My partner’s last manic episode was seven months long (I’m not ashamed to say it traumatized me), and there are people who enjoyed it with him I’ll never be able to forgive. His family and a core group of our friends worked tirelessly with me to get him home and safe and…

Gossiping about the sex lives of whom? Do you mean of Trump himself?

I just re-read the article and the tweets and Yvette Nicole Brown’s original comments and I don’t see any of what you’ve described?

Deny other women their basic humanity? What on earth do you mean? Like putting them in zoos, hunting them for sport, what?

Agreed. They’re not ignorant assholes; they’re cynical, sinister assholes who know exactly what they’re doing.

My favorite ice cream of all time. I’ll never forget you, Peach.

Your wife is my kind of person.

I worked at a Musicland (same company as Sam Goody) in a mall in Indiana from the mid-80s to the early 90s, and every second of this trailer gave me chills, in the way revisiting one’s Hoosier past is often chilling. YIKES.