Category Archives: Melancholy

It’s all creeping in on me now. This time last year Ed the Dog, my best dog EVER, was ten days away from me having to say goodbye. Then, not two weeks later, I said goodbye to my Mother. I … Continue reading →

For those of us who fight the fight against depression, the worst part of hearing about Robin Williams’ suicide is the deep understanding of the state of mind that led him to desire the freedom of death. It is the … Continue reading →

Mission Control here.  I’m reaching out to all you friends in cyberspace.   I sit  here on a Friday night in SoCal; the visitors of the last week and a half have all departed.  And I’m feeling lonely and sad. … Continue reading →

Tonight a friend is dying.  She is not a close friend, not someone I talk to all the time, not someone I have ever socialized with much, but a friend nevertheless.  She is dying of cancer as we speak.  Her … Continue reading →

Smile!  Turn that frown upside down!  Walk on the sunny side of the street!  If only it were that easy.  Those of us who suffer from depression know how futile such advice is when the darkness settles in for what … Continue reading →

This has been one of my favorite poems since high school.   Translated by Ezra Pound.     The River-Merchant’s Wife (by Li Po) While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, … Continue reading →

I was surprised last year when Al mentioned that he didn’t like all the 9/11 memorials that pop up every year.  Then he explained that he does not think it is a day to celebrate and thinks it will become … Continue reading →

Tonight here in the Bay Areas a natural gas pipeline exploded – not sure know how it happened yet – and in an instant lives were changed forever.  An entire neighborhood was in flames within minutes.  We are used to wildfires … Continue reading →

My little poem about rainbows does not express any great truths that have not been expressed before by greater minds than my own and in much more profound ways, but I like it because it was part of the poems … Continue reading →