True confession: Oct. 3, 2007
Some days I feel like I can dish it out, but I can't take it. Poo.
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Liz Spikol is senior contributing editor of Philadelphia Weekly. She writes the award-winning column The Trouble With Spikol, which began as a chronicle of her struggle with mental illness, and has since expanded into humorous musings on everything from graphic novels to how to use a mop. She also writes the paper's book review column, Lit Gloss. This blog -- named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 by PsychCentral -- is about mental illness policy, news, personal journeys and more.
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Don't we all? Feel better.
Posted by: Sally | October 3, 2007 03:29 PM