I remember the time when this diary had a reason. More so than it does now. I remember when I wrote everyday or every other day. I had no real profound meaning. It was of the mundane. What happened? I see some people write so much more and more often than me. They write of the mundane, they write about life. I miss doing that, and maybe I should pick that up again. I wander though.. would...

Today is September 12th, 2009. The first Sept 12th into Barack Obama's first term and there have been no attacks. No buildings have fallen down, no planes have crashed and the United States is safe and chugging along like always. Business as usual. This means Obama will have officially kept the US safer longer than George Bush did. You can't argue with it. Obama has passed the same day and...

"As often as Herman had witnessed the slaughter of animals and fish, he always had the same thought:  in their behaviour toward creatures, all men were Nazis.  The smugness with which man could do with other species as he pleased exemplified the most extreme racist theories, the principle that might is right." -Isaac Bashevis Singer I feel the need to respond to an...

7 days. 7 short days. Last friday my mother in law was diagnosed with a rare cancer called nonsecretory meyloma. The diagnosis was unexpected and the family were told that she was in advanced stages and terminal. Her outlook was 10 days at worse and 3 weeks at best.   On September 11th 2009 at 10.30pm Agnes took her last breath, and in that moment a man lost his wife, 5 children lost...

I woke up to the serene feeling of greenery and clear blue skies; right in the middle of the field. I stood up and saw miles and miles of open fields stretching beyond the horizons that drew the boundaries of my sight. There I stood in the middle of the openness. Alone and by myself in the emptiness. I looked around and wondered why I woke up in a place like this; in that field in...

In the days that followed September 11, 2001 we were united, in our common tragedy and grief, but united. In those few short days we were, all of us here, just Americans, trying desperately to understand. In the subsequent years we are divided once more, by and for self-serving groups wanting to claim power and dominance. I feel shame and embarrassment for who we are today as a nation, our...

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Keith and Misty's little son was born at 12:35am today. They said he was absolutely perfect, as well as the placenta and umbilical cord, so there will be further investigation done to see if they can determine the cause of death. He called me once they were back home this morning. I asked them if there was anything I could do, of course, and they asked if I could pick up some pads for Misty's...

09/11/01. We have only to hear that date and we Americans automatically become a nation stunned into a few moments of silence. None of us, however remotely connected to New York City or Washington, D.C. we may be, will ever forget that day. We, who thought ourselves isolated, protected and sheltered from the horror that regularly visits the rest of the world, were rudely and cruelly ripped into...

wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay, and death. only it's more cheerful than that. The fender where the hand has worn the paint.  *************** The Japanese view of life embraced a simple aesthetic that grew stronger as inessentials were eliminated and...