Facts about my neighborhood, #4

There was a story on NPR this morning about some studies of depression. Like many people, I hear about these studies and connect the dots, acting like a hypochondriac. Basically, they said that traumatic events in  [more...]

Last night was my neighborhood’s annual “roaming party,” which wanders from house to house — only two houses this year, I gather that it’s been at least 3 in prior years. I was, as usual  [more...]

It’s interesting, the different memories that burn themselves into our brains. Every so often I flash on one of two memories about B that will evidently be with me for life. The first is purely emotional —  [more...]