Such a strange array of inputs from the media today ( Read more... )

    European psychologist named Alice Miller wrote a best seller called The Drama of the Gifted Child and the Search for the True Self. The opening paragraphs reads as follows:
    "In order to become whole we must try, in a long process, to discover our own personal truth, a truth that may cause pain before giving us a new sphere of freedom. If we ( Read more... )

I had such a great day.  It was the Ann Arbor Book Festival first annual writer's workshop ( Read more... )

Today we conquered Le Metro.  Okay not that big of a deal, but for me with my public transportation phobia, amazing.  (Yes I should be desensitized from the time David made us go over the bridge to ....Brooklyn!) Still it was a great accomplishment that saved my legs to climb the 234 steps to the top of the Arc de Triomphe.  As you see me above, I ( Read more... )

Greetings to you, my lovelies.  I'll try to update you on our day.  We left our hotel this afternoon after sleeping in till almost noon, unbelievably, and didn't get back till 8 pm.  Dad has gone off to "run" in the park and I have collapsed in front of the TV.  After trying to watch French news of the Virginia tragedy for awhile I found the CNN ( Read more... )

Feeling much better.  Medicine, having done its job, packing up the side effects and leaving the system.  Light is bubbling through the trees.  Potential for all the greatest gifts, right here right now.

And best of all the gift of poetry from another Ann Arbor girl:  (This is my religion.)

Poem: "Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks" by Jane ( Read more... )

What a weekend!  I agree, Chrissy: Woo ( Read more... )

Morning is too close, sleep too far away.  I am hoping that this insomnia marks the beginning of the end of the most recent allergic cycle.  New meds making even xanax ineffective.  Hopefully i will adjust.  Hopefully my nose will clear.  Hopefully the sensations of smell and taste will return ( Read more... )

Last night at the Folk Festival was fanfuckingtastic ( Read more... )

My computer broke.  I am on Warren's in the basement mess of a room he calls an office.  But I am mourning my little Sally Sattelite Toshiba.  It's only 4 and half years old.  And I love her so ( Read more... )