wouldst thou join me on the dance floor?
The doctor had many nice things to say about our son. He was a pleasure to work with. He was cooperative and patient. He had a sense of humor. He worked hard and without complaint. For seven hours, she observed … Continued
In 2014, my word of the year was REST. Interestingly, one must take action to rest, work to rest, and resolve to rest. In 2015, my word of the year was OBEY. To embrace that word, I had to obey … Continued
The day my son was hospitalized for suicidal ideation, he was wearing a graphic t-shirt. It features a pixelated video game character he loves, frozen in a jaunty pose. The shirt went with him from one hospital to another, along with his … Continued
Hello, late December. Christmas is over, the new year is still unborn, so I’m the dry turkey in the middle. About a month ago, I tweeted “2015 has been one giant shit show punctuated by occasional mercy flushes.” I stand … Continued
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. ~ Christina Rossetti, “In the Bleak Midwinter” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ … Continued