I'm going to continue with my theme of American obessions but this may actually be kind of a world-wide thing, mainly among the middle and upper class. (There's a certain hint of elitish snobbiness with this particular obsession ( Read more... )

Part One: The Cult of the BrideAmericans are obsessed. Not that this statement is anything new - Americans are obsessed with a lot of things and are, oddly enough, aware of and okay with our obsessive tendencies. But what I had never noticed is how ridiculously over-the-top our emphasis has become on one particular person. Well, one particular ( Read more... )

It's going to be difficult to put into words all that has changed in the last four days but I'm going to try and at least articulate something of the loveliness that still lingers ( Read more... )

Who will die first?

I'm re-reading one of my favorite books right now, White Noise by Don DeLillo. This question is a recurring theme throughout the book - the narrator keeps wondering who will die first, him or his wife ( Read more... )

[Authors Note: While I love this title and find it incredibly appropriate for the topic at hand, I can't claim it. I have 'borrowed' it from a book by Erving Goffman, published in 1959. Just as an FYI so we start off on the right foot in terms of, ya know, honesty and integrity ( Read more... )

I have an unsettling confession to make ( Read more... )

Now that that's out of my system - an entry with a little more hope in it ( Read more... )

I'm tired today. Tired in that deep-down, bone-marrow exhaustion type way. Where even my blood seems to be moving slowly through my veins, making me breathe slower... think slower... react slower ( Read more... )

Because I was recently made to question myself, yet again, I have decided to clearly formulate those things which I would feel it necessary to apologize for, and those I would not. Here's a sampling:

I am sort-of sorry ( Read more... )

Last week, on an afternoon where I was particularly frustrated with the current state of life-in-general, I started thinking about my late great-grandmother. I do this sometimes, weird as it may sound, because I like to imagine the advice she would give if I could bury my head in her lap and tell her all about my probably petty twenty-something ( Read more... )