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The Bright Side of September 11
No matter how awful everything is, Toby Keith has given us a priceless gift in the line about his “daddy’s right eye.” I laughed at it then and I still laugh when I think about it. Please enjoy his idiotic … Continue reading
Posted in grief, Horrible Stuff, Words
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Googling Yourself
Yesterday, I made the stupid decision to google “Sister Wolf.” It’s weird to see yourself as others see you. I’m used to interacting with strangers on my own territory but finding yourself being discussed elsewhere is the equivalent of hearing … Continue reading
Meet a Troll
In response to my last post about rock bands, I received the following comment by someone using the name Gene Simmons: i hate that old dried up cunt, the one who ´s son died ~ Here are my thoughts. It’s wrong to attack … Continue reading
Making No Progress
Saturday is Max’s birthday. I can’t Let Go, and I can’t Say Goodbye. He was my gift to the world and my partner in arms and my higher power. I miss him so much. Omelette
Posted in grief, love
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Art Helps
I don’t know where I’d be without it. I found this here. And you can still find me here.
Distraction
I confided to my psychiatrist that I’m obsessed with the nuclear reactor crisis in Japan and that I’ll be disappointed when they get it under control. I was shocked when he said he felt the same. “Of course.” he agreed, “We all … Continue reading
Let’s Be Egyptian
I tried to write about Max tonight but it made me cry so I gave up. Instead, I made this suicide prevention poster. When my webmaster wakes up tomorrow, maybe he’ll help me to put it on that side panel … Continue reading
Typically Max
Spending most of his last 6 months in bed, Max starting using Facebook, and sent friend requests to everyone else who had his name. He was so pleased by the visual effect of Max Wolf leaving a comment for Max … Continue reading
Smell the Leather
A long time ago, I wrote a story about my dad called “Smell the Leather.” My parents divorced when I was 3, and my dad fulfilled his fatherly obligations by taking me and my sister out on Saturday afternoons. He … Continue reading