I dread opening my eyes, only to see that the number of dead has risen higher and higher every time I look. More and more. Higher and higher. It’s numbing. My eyes are glazed and my brain is struggling to comprehend.
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Why I’m not blogging these days
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Dating
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Living
March 17, 2009
Pass the mental floss
Maybe it is the slow build up, over decades, of disappointment after disappointment; of defeats and expectations and obligations. I don’t know what tiny weight broke the camel’s back, but I suspect it began [more...]
February 8, 2005
Arthur Haley
The author of “Airport” and “Hotel” has died.
Good night, Mrs. Quonsett…
November 25, 2004
