Hello All. This is Emily, Margot's wife. I am posting here to let her friends list know that Margot passed away on 10/4/11 of a heart attack ( Read more... )

Don't cry for me, Arizona
The truth is this bill I'm signing
Was not capricious,
but our solution.
What is this thing you
call "Constitution"?

Thank you, Governor Brewer for bestowing upon AZ the kind of freedom and justice enjoyed under the Third Reich and the U.S.S.R. How do you sleep?

Snap Out of It ( Read more... )

"Look well to the growing edge. All around us worlds are dying and new worlds are being born; all around us life is dying and life is being born. The fruit ripens on the tree, the roots are silently at work in the darkness of the earth against a time when there shall be new leaves, fresh blossoms, green fruit. Such is the growing edge. It is the ( Read more... )

Here’s the simple truth: I am not a captive in a cave, nor a princess in a tower. (Anyone who’s seen my buzzcut knows I’m no Rapunzel.) I am a Person with a series of symptoms that make things that most folks do without assistance (& take for granted) a physical & emotional gauntlet. But I’m lucky. I have someone who’ll be an all but ( Read more... )

If you are reading this brief missive, you are part of the Abundance with which I have been Blessed and for which I am truly grateful. I know that CFIDS requires me to do my best Claude Rains impersonation on these boards most of the time, but do not mistake my poor correspondence for disaffection and disinterest. Surpassed only by

the Wife ( Read more... )

Dear  CFIDS,

We must establish something once & for all:  you are a squatter.  You showed up when I was 17 &

didn’t’ know any better.  You were subtle, & patient, & persistent, & damned greedy, but make no

mistake about it, you were never invited.  You will never be a welcome quest.  Even in the trashiest,

most violent B-movies, the most ( Read more... )

...but here is how you know that I have been violently sick (and not just  CFIDS relapsing, recurrring symptom flare sick) on and off for entirely too long ( Read more... )

 ...but something is always better tha nothing, eh?  Or, to paraphrase the March Hare (of was it the Mad Hatter? Damn!  Now I'll have to check), one can *always* have more than nothing.

Hullo and Huzzah, brothers and sisters.  If all continues as is forseen, this shall be remembered only as the first in a series of musings, rants and rambles that, ( Read more... )