When I was about fifteen years old, a kid I went to school with committed suicide. I didn't know that kid terribly well - we weren't in the same year, so we didn't share the same friends. But besides the dreadful thoughts and feelings that hang in the air around suicide, there's a sadness that … [Read more...]
And Life Goes On.
Last Sunday was Mother's Day, and as I predicted, I got to sleep a little bit later than usual. What I didn't count on was waking up to BOTH kids having wet their beds in the night. (That's what you get for later-than-usual bedtimes the night before, accompanied by later-than-usual drinks and … [Read more...]