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Trumping some Trump Time: a bit of reality show 4  relaxation?


A non bipolar related recommendation for Birth of a New Brain by Dyane Leshin-Harwood

the one and only Lucy
The one and only Miss Lucy

Hello world, take it from Lucy and I

I want to without much ado, give you at least 7 reasons why you should pre order or look out for the release of Darling Dyane’s epic memoir. That is, other than the fact that it made me have a wonderful day out, eat some ice cream with the boys at our dear icecream grandma’s, and laugh oh so much:

Dyane Harwood’s memoir Birth of a New Brain – Healing from Postpartum Bipolar Disorder with a foreword by Dr. Carol Henshaw (co-author of The Modern Management of Perinatal Psychiatry) will be published by Post Hill Press on October 10th.

Birth of a New Brain is available for paperback pre-sales on Amazon at this link – Kindle pre-sales coming this summer!

Ok: Let’s get going:

  1. If you want to know how to act well enough to be selected for a role as kid: get the memoir;
  2. If you want to know how many times you should enter for a contest to win a sports car before giving up: get the memoir;
  3. If you never knew a dog could get a c-section and suffer a stroke and still be a ring bearer at a wedding: get the memoir;
  4. If you want to know how to avoid your broken heart from being quickly mended: get the memoir;
  5. If you want to know how to import a boyfriend and soon regret it enough to cameloen the colours of envy for months: get the memoir;
  6. If you want to know the best way to bribe a potential landlord (not with sex I emphasize); get the memoir;
  7. If you want to know how to prepare for and pass your massage therapist exams (not what you are thinking): get the memoir

And the biggest bonus

  • If you want to know how you can ‘flimpsily’ say  ‘it’s not my type” and to have to treasure that for life : get the memoir
  • and oh another medium bonus: I used to call my vip buddies my ‘PP’ meaning ‘Personal Person’ – but if you want to know what it truly stands for: get the memoir

I hope I haven’t given any spoilers away – men I laughed more than I should have when reading that memoir. Dyane was generous in making a large chunk of it about life and all before getting serious about the not funny subject matter of Postpartum Bipolar Disorder…

About Dyane Leshin-Harwood 

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Dyane Harwood is the author of the memoir “Birth of a New Brain – Healing
from Postpartum Bipolar Disorder” (Post Hill Press, October 10, 2017) with
a foreword by Dr. Carol Henshaw. She holds a B.A. in English and American
Literature from the University of California at Santa Cruz. A freelance
writer for over two decades, she has interviewed bestselling authors
including Dr. Kay Redfield Jamison, Anthony Bourdain, and SARK.

Dyane lives in Ben Lomond, California with her husband Craig, their
daughters Avonlea and Marilla and their collie Lucy who serves as a
writing muse and sits on Dyane foot when she writes.

Dyane’s website: www.dyaneharwood.com
She blogs every Friday at Birth of a New Brain: 
Birth of a New Brain Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/Birth-of-a-New-Brain

You can find Dyane tweeting away on Twitter: @DyaneHarwood

How easily they make friends: Am yet to exchange any real greetings with their folks

Dear World, just a brief one. Life is so plain and simple at that age. We are three families in our building, and although I have said hi to the other two mothers before, I barely got a nod…, especially given am a single woman…

My boys already know their kids name and the ball I got two days ago is already put to good use as you can see…

Nostalgia huh…

Nice weekend to us all…

Forget Google maps if you are planning on visiting me: Here’s my new address


OK well the picture should be rotated, but bear with me I don’t know how to do that from this smart ass of a phone. Talking about phone, hmm I screwed up somehow and emm this me am a case…

So, phone added to my wahalas and I almost buried my head under my sheets today. Luckily I live by a river and lots of fresh air blows my way.

I managed to kick myself out at 7 am to go for a long walk discovering my neighborhood, and O got some energy to pack out or in whichever… I just wished I could write a better post… Anyway glad I can even write this one… My articulations on feet and hands plus even back hurt lots today …

So to visit me, forget Google maps period… From the airport or seaport whichever u take or can stand, hire a cab ( you wouldn’t bear to take our regular cabs which can pack 6 people going all sorts of destinations etc)…

Now read carefully, tell cab oga to take you to Terminus Bonamousadi… Say you are going by the river of… (Fill in the blanks with what you see on the picture). When you get to the roundabout at T, ask the okada guys for the Church of Later day saints… Before you get to that church, look closely on your right after the first entrance on your left, and you’ll see a large palm tree. There is a street lamp there, and a Mami who fries puff puff has her shade just next to that tree…

Ok enough for now, just call me when you are there. No whatsapp please there may just be no network… And oh at least no power cuts here nor burst pipes… Anyway am by a river and we can go fetch all the water we want on head, hand or even foot…

Please don’t be scared by my new address, I know in Brussels it was much easy but guys am back to Douala, Camer, Africa. Am also a good cook 🙂

So see you: thanks for reading, am glad managed to write something in moments like these…

Germany: Flowing where it Blows


Hello world, my friend blapolar diaries called me Global Woman yesterday and this got me thinking. Am getting there, especially as I strive to flow as my spirit blows 🙂

Remember this Christian song “Spirit of God in the clear running water, blowing to greatness the trees on the hills…” and its refrain ” blow blow blow till I be…” That’s what my best friend and I are loving and living presently 🙂

When I received an invitation to attend a convention of my village’s diaspora in Europe 3 weeks ago, and when further asked bu the CEO to do a presentation, I meditated over it and discussed with my no 1 team mate (mum of course) 🙂

That’s how I found myself in Germany for 5 days, which will see me experiencing car share rides for a first time. It was fun, and I also enjoyed the very long bus rides which stopped in several cities like Koln, Moshlen etc, thus giving me a very affordable sightseeing option 🙂

I went in through Dusseldorf, a city Gaby had been fond off. I also wanted to go via there to Kassel to visit family. Although going to Kassel through Frankfurt would have been a cheaper option, feeling the Dusseldorf soil was of primo consideration 🙂

Wow, Kassel was a sight and I just couldn’t have enough. I tried though, moderated by my steel budget 🙂


After no more than a day and a night, I was on another car share to Stuttgart for the convention. It was wonderful to say the least. My presentation was so applauded, that I blushed all the way through.

And then, I met 3 of Gaby’s former classmates from the Secondary School we both attended, and they took turns treating me like some ‘princess’ 🙂

With my brother's classmates, making me smile all the way :)
With my brother’s classmates, making me smile all the way 🙂

Very early on Sunday, I had to catch a Meinfernbus at 7.30 am. One of those Knights took me from the gala hall, to the station at 6 am, and thus started a 14 hour bus trip via Dusselforf once more. I slept in shifts, but was glad to have some great views too. And then I found a cozy restaurant in Dusseldorf to eat and rest while waiting for the 6.30 pm departure for Brussels. Yes I was so tired by then even my eyes couldn’t stay open for a picture. Did I forget to mention that I met a man from Afghanistan for my first time? A handsome guy he was, the waiter upstairs in this restaurant. Sure we chatted a while, I was also the first Cameroonian he was meeting in his life time:)

There was also this Turkish guy I met at a metro stop in Kassel, who said I was cute and deserved a box of chocolates which I yummily accepted:

I have ere forgotten his name, but not the taste of those chocolates, nor the pleasant conversation we had :)
I have ere forgotten his name, but not the taste of those chocolates, nor the pleasant conversation we had 🙂

And the warm reception at this ‘Pension'(what a cozy name for an inn) I checked into at Stuttgart, where I was given a bottle of sparkling water, and one of orange juice – saying it was included in the price? Wow, not to forget the wonderful contacts I made for some projects back home especially for my brother’s Foundation which I’ll be directing with all Passionate Faith.

never expected to get these as included in the price of that modest but cozy Pension :)
never expected to get these as included in the price of that modest but cozy Pension 🙂

Dear Gentle Readers and Followers, it is now D Day – 2 and am all set. Even stopped by the airport yesterday ( gladly just 15 mins from home),  to see if I could pre-check in and to confirm extra luggage fee :). In the meantime, my best friend and I are slowly but surely climbing our own chinese wall to Life 🙂 We are actually going to visit the Belgian City of Namur today 🙂

Wishing us all the best, get your kindles ready for a free triple download very soon……..

Druming 101 for adventurers like myself …


Now world, if you ever wondered how great world drummers like Steve Gadd started, watch my short drumming 101 video below:

Before the above, you may have to travel very far, far to Uncle Sam’s Vineyard. Once/ or if there, chart your way to Brattleboro VT, and hope to be invited to Pammy’s place. If you are lucky to meet her kind but shy neighbour, who fortunately lets you know loud and clear when he’s home, you may win him over enough to get a yes to your pleas for a drumming 101 crash course…

Mr M as I call him, means biz with his drumming – he is at them 4 good hours each day save for Wednesdays, and was at Steve Gadd’s show in New York on Friday. The wonderful Mr M welcomed Pammy a few months ago as a neighbour, and I already heard a lot about he and his drums. Pammy even already did a great potrait of that magic duo, to tell you how fascinated she herself was…

The Mottster, a portrait by Pam herself
The Mottster, a portrait by Pam herself

Great was my pleasure when he contacted me via my blog to give me info on Pammy when I almost thought I had lost track of her. Greater was my pleasure when Mr M accepted to come and pick me up from the ‘intrepid’ municipal airport in Lebanon New Hampshire.

And oh my, Mr J even agreed to take me out to check the country pub on my last night in Bratt;

Bratt by Night
Bratt by Night, some deli cider

before adding that I sure could come the next morning (the day of my departure itself) for the highly solicited druming 101 crash course…

My excitement and stupor was more than visible, it was feelable (if such word exists)

I am so grateful to Mr M, he even told me I didn’t do badly for a first timer…

Dear gentle readers and followers, what do you think after watching that ‘me fiddle’?

Meet Richie, my wonderful seatmate to the deep south and my hero

Richie Selfie
Richie Selfie

Richie looks at the Selfie and asks who is that cool guy there? He tells me he still thinks he’s got some looks and I add some style too. You see Richie’s necklace? And oh his Ray ban sunglasses? Richie says if I come to South Carolina he’s gonna buy me a pair. Oh, ok let’s start from the beginning right?

Meeting Richie

Bye Arlington VA, welcome Durham NC
Bye Arlington VA, welcome Durham NC

On a probably once in a life time opportunity, after testing of this infamous jetlag, and getting ready for Uncle Sam’s, I am hoping to zoom across at least 5 states. After MD and VA in three days, it was time to head south to NC. It was at the Megabus at the Union Station, that I met Richie. On the queue, Richie appeared somewhat nervous, and to some he could pass for a guy not worth befriending. Well, as it turned out, he landed in the seat right next to me. And to say I had first chosen a seat below, before changing my mind to seat on the top? And what to make of the fact that Richie had missed his morning bus and had had to pay a 5 usd fee to reschedule?

Well, I love people of his age, and Richie’s initial ‘stern’ look wasn’t going to deter me from striking a conversation. He carried a little box and my curiosity asked to see what was inside. ‘Oh my Clarinet he goes, it’s older than you are young lady…’ Richie says that clarinet bring him so much joy, it is simply his therapy and call to pursue to joy…

I wish I could attend Richie's next european tour in July!
I wish I could attend Richie’s next european tour in July!

Richie the encyclopedia

Richie like most people his age, know way more than you can find in some text books. I love listening to them and I think they love having me pay them that attention. Even my boss’s mum often asked after that african miss! Richie told me where we were headed is known as the Deep South. He told me about his 3rd fore-generation who were slaves. Told me what ever he knew of the American Revolution, the Civil war and sure about life in general. ‘Oh Baby, I had a full one going he goes … ‘ ( He called me baby and I smiled in fond remebrance of some other pops I had met in Brugges Belgium). He told me his best hero was a man named John Brown, and this got me looking up this brave American Abolitionist I had never heard of. In short, Richie was good company and the bus ride was cool. I wish I were actually going all the way to deep south Carolina…

With buddy Richie in Richmond
With buddy Richie in Richmond

In Richmond, Richie bought me a coke and two walnut bars, and told me some story about the town. Richie made me laugh so hard when he told me his 100+ home in South Carolina, had been declared a historical site, but he hadn’t qualified for the grant to renovate the fast dilapidating bungalow. He said “Oh sure the house qualified, but not me…”. Richie is a hero to me, having lived in several states and held several various jobs…

Dear gentle readers and followers, I am glad to share some highlights of my US adventure. Another lesson here for me which I am confirming, is that some first looks may be deceiving or even revealing. Richie said I don’t talk like a lawyer, and could woo a tough guy. Wow, anyway I have worked in a prison for six months and I did woo Billy the Bully!

Jetlagged as in ambushed brain: Nobody warned me it could hit me so…

Brussels International Aiport prior to departure


I had been looking forward to coming to America, and although I am no Princess of Zemuda, I knew I could handle it – the bug (or is it big) Apple I mean 🙂

The flight was way too cool for an MJC (Mary Just Come). Well, not that I have not flown long distances before, but not to the US of Uncle Sam, and not on a UA flight with food and drinks at almost all times. Then the movies: flight could have lasted 10 hours for all I care 🙂 I think I agree I did deserve some fun

Check who just landed after some gym on the plane?

You see, I landed here like a gangster lady ready for some “spell it all out…”

My eyes were red uh huh, I was getting itchy uh huh, my brain noted it was already midnight where I came from uh huh, so sleep where were though?

Now there were people to see and excitement in the air, whassaps even to some snoring in little Belgium – sure no reply what did I expect?

Then it was finally bed time, but in Belgium (and my brain too), it was wee hours of morning. Now was that simply the jetlag or an ambushed brain?

I slept for 3 hours, woke up and paced for 1 hour, wrote to Belgium with or without replies, and then managed to sleep again for 2 hours. I decided to write this post and get this bug out of me 🙂

Anyway, I now think I need to take this jetlag or time trying to ambush my brain seriously. Tonight better be a better one cause I don’t wanna go shaggy from a poor sleep hygene 🙂

I write this post not only for fun, but also to maybe warn some other MJC out there looking forward to her own ” Coming to America”. Indeed, I love the chant ‘ Come and see America Wonder, do you know America Wonder…’

Maybe I too could become a model for real?

Hi all, I admit I am one foot down and three foots up. It’s 1.30 am here and my eyes are as bright as ever. I can’t even list all the writing I have done in the past hours. Indeed since morning, my fingers only got me to take a break in the afternoon around 3 pm. Maybe I am excited at some future prospects? Or just the thought of maybe making some bucks in July as a model? That is if am not yet old school for that right?

So here is the modeling thing

Several years ago, some agent had lulled me into hanging around training to become a model. I tried for 2 months and just couldn’t hold it. And yes there was mum to fear because although we lived in different cities, I had not been sent to get a law degree just for modeling right?

Now, my dear friend here in Brussels has decided to take his passion for photography to a higher level. Not only wanting to shoot “Belgian Clear Blue Skies”, and with some unreliable train schedule that took us almost 4 hours to get to a beach where he hoped to make wonderful photos; he enlisted me as his model. See for yourselves what he got and then tell me what you think please and thank you! Yet, it ain’t easy – the patience and all, both for the model and photographer…