Oh my god. Zenobia Hikes died ( Read more... )

My cat died this morning ( Read more... )

Police seek motive in killing of Ark. Democratic Party chiefWhile most people have probably either (a) learned of this already, (b) been paying too much attention to the Olympics to notice, or (c) haven't been paying attention at all, there are a couple things mentioned in this brief article that I'd like to highlight ( Read more... )

I just watched Jib-Jab's "2007 in Review" animation. Apparently lots of stuff happened that I only sort of noticed. For me it was a little more like this:

TKD in Burke not at Khan's, learn Jim Marvin is going to live and be okay, do stupid things for love, stuff, visit grad schools, passive-aggressive roommates, stuff, become better friends with ( Read more... )

Mary: Just for you, there are no spoilers here.

I may have mentioned I'm on a Stephen King kick. It started several years ago when I picked up Hearts in Atlantis at a book sale for less than a dollar. I pretended that the Vietnam and Peace Movement bits were not over my head, and mostly paid attention to the fascinating character known as Ted ( Read more... )

There are some days when it is almost like nothing happened. I always knew these days would happen, and vowed to be grateful for rather than worried by them. Still, they're tricksy things. Typically, there will be months and months of grief, interrupted only by one-to-three-day interludes. Occasionally, though, two or three weeks will pass semi- ( Read more... )

I still can't believe that they're all gone. I still don't understand how in our American Dream thirty-two people can die and the world goes on. Selfish, I know--it happens everywhere else, but that doesn't make our tragedy any easier. American Nightmare, not American Dream. Everyone else can keep living the American Dream, but I'm going to keep ( Read more... )

Nearly every person on my mother's side of the family has experienced depression at some point. I may have a history of bipolar disorder on my father's side. My psychiatrist described as depressed as a child. At some point around high school, I taught myself not to be depressed any longer; half of the change was accomplished by becoming more ( Read more... )

This weekend was an exercise in pain management. Sometimes it hits harder than others, and this was the worst it's been since probably May. I used to like little changes in routine, but now they're excruciating and bring nightmares and a racing heart and tears that burn my cheeks.

I read The Princess Bride over the weekend--the abridged version, ( Read more... )

Tough day. Becca's funeral, though I met her only a handful of times and did not attend the service...I know many who knew her, and all are speechless. I can say that more and more I wish that I had known her, because it sounds as if she was a truly wonderful person ( Read more... )