Long Valley Lane. November 5th. 2010 just hear those sleigh bells... Well, as the words to my favorite secular holiday song go, "And so this is Christmas…and what have you done?" Are you ready? Are you freaking out? Are you whining? When I go visit my brother
Long Valley Lane. December 17th. 2005. merry christmas, happy hannukah. why yes, that IS a snotcicle hanging from my nose... this is ridiculous. for the third christmas season in a row, i am monumentally sick. cedar fever is kicking my ass as we speak. in fact, my doc stopped just
From D.W.: Four days ago the United States House of Representatives, against all the recommendations and evidence to the contrary, decided that transgendered children were better left to their own devices than receiving the kindness and care from physicians that can actually improve and, in many cases, save their
From D.W.: On April 28th, 1996 in Port Arthur, Australia, a man named Martin Bryant killed two people who bought a property that he thought should have gone to his father. By the end of the day, 35 people were killed and 23 others were wounded by Martin and
From D.W.: It's Christmas-time. Or hadn't you heard? I was digging through the archives to find profound things to post about the Christmas, or advent, or what have you. And fear not, Rachel had plenty of beautifully inspiring or passionately censorious writing about this time
From D.W.: A couple of quick ones mid-week just because I was thinking about it... A couple of weeks ago our President said, to a female reporter asking a legitimate question, "quiet, Piggy." Last week the same President vowed to “permanently pause migration from all Third World
From D.W.: Thanksgiving is over now. Christmas season, for those that observe it in a particular way, has begun. Admittedly, as someone raised in a non-liturgical faith tradition, I've never really understood what Advent was all about. For Rachel, though, this slow transition between the two holidays
From D.W.: Well, tomorrow's the day. It would have been our thirteenth Wedding Anniversary. And it is the second one without Rachel. This is the memorial that's hardest, I think. Harder than her birthday, or mine. Or Christmas. Or even the anniversary of her death.
From D.W.: Our Anniversary is now just over a week away. I don't have much to say about it that wouldn't sound canned or confused. There's this notion that gets discussed often in the "widow community" (yes, there's a
From D.W.: Our Anniversary is coming up soon. In just a couple of weeks. I don't know how that's going to affect me this time around, and I've learned that it's foolish to try and predict grief. But what I do
From D.W.: Tomorrow is election day. It was both one of Rachel's favorite days of the year and, particularly in the last decade, one of the most anxiety ridden and frustrating. It's become redundant and almost tiresome to keep saying that "this is one
From D.W.: In Houston it can take a while before you actually start to feel the Summer fade into Autumn, but it's happening. It's never the full-fever flame out that you get in more northern climes, but it happens. And boy, is it ever full