“I think this is why they have rituals,” a friend said to me last week. Her mother had died a just two days earlier, and already she was pushed to “take care of business” –the busyness that inevitably follows a death. There are papers to file, drawers to empty, people to call.
Judge Roy Moore is Chief Justice of the Alabama Supreme Court. His life is far more interesting than fictional stories.
My fellow Americans, although I have decided not to become a presidential contender in 2016, I am nevertheless keeping my finger on the pulse of the country, and it has come to my attention that folks are receiving packets in the mail from the U.S. Census Bureau in the last few weeks. What? The census was taken in 2010, and according to the Constitution, we’re only supposed to be counted every ten years, so ...?
Q. You blew it in your answer to a person who lost insurance and went off Cymbalta. You suggested ways to manage depression without medication. Would you suggest someone “manage” diabetes without medication?
In her memoir, “It’s What I Do: A Photographer’s Life of Love and War” (Blackstone Audio, 9 hours), Lynsey Addario creates an immediate and horrifying snapshot of her life as a conflict photographer. It’s March 2011 in Ajdabiya, Libya. She and other colleagues ready themselves to capture images of a bombed out car “with human remains splattered all over the back seat.” She pans out, sets the scene succinctly by describing the beginning of Egyptian Spring,” the revolution that has become a war.”
Once upon a time, there were seven little dwarfs who lived deep inside the busy metropolis of a woman’s healthy, active body. They were only seen on rare occasions until the woman was around 53 years old, but at that point there would be a giant eruption, like a volcano, deep inside this mega-city, which caused the dwarfs to emerge and become very rowdy and, eventually, out of control, driving most of the more orderly and desirable inhabitants of this bustling burg far, far away.
John Hinckley Jr. was an off-and-on student at Texas Tech University. After that, he was unsuccessful in getting a job. He began to buy weapons and practice shooting and was given anti-depressants and tranquilizers
The Riverwalk in Hillsborough has provided an ambience and appeal that is symbolic of the character of Hillsborough. On Saturday, April 25, the grassy area that traces Riverwalk downtown will be home to the inaugural River Park Concert.
Q. I have suffered from depression almost my whole life. I’ve also been diagnosed with fibromyalgia and arthritis. I was prescribed Cymbalta, as it is supposed to help depression and fibromyalgia.
In conversations I have with my friends, I’ve noticed some phrases we say fairly often - expressions that have moved into our language base in recent years and are repeated often. We speak them to ourselves and to each other in difficult or stressful times and most of the time these words elicit a deep sigh, a shift in perspective (both vision and opinion), and a physical and emotional relaxation that brings peace.
I am frickin’ sick and tired of being “taken care of” by someone who “knows better” than I do how to run my life! I am sick of having things frustrate, delay and deny me because the big “THEY” (hereafter known as Those Who Need to Butt Out of My Life ... or TWNBOML, pronounced twin-bahm-el) decided on a better way “for my own safety”.
Those big blue roll carts continue to help recycling increase in Orange County. From July 2014 through March 2015, the urban program serving about 18,500 households has seen a 17 percent increase in curbside recycling or another 536 tons.
There are many secrets on the subject of mediation. Here are 11.
Happy Belated Easter to you all. I wish you peace, love and a basketful of jellybeans! I’m on Spring break…FINALLY! And, in honor of this wondrous holiday, I began a poem.
Earlier this year I was startled to find myself grieving for my mother on her March birthday and I knew her death date was almost exactly a month away. “It’s been four years since she died, why am I still grieving?” I asked myself.