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Self-Destruction
Philip Seymour Hoffman is the latest in a long line of high-profile cases of self-destruction. He was found dead on his bathroom floor with the hypodermic needle still sticking in his arm. What an undignified way to go for such an incredible talent. Things like this really piss me off. Entirely preventable, deaths like these…
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Mandated Joy
For those of us who struggle with depression, the holidays can be a particularly challenging time of year. In any other season, the thick blanket of painful sadness, when it descends, seems almost like a natural, albeit unwelcome part of the life cycle. Friends and family find it easier to avert their gaze, and we…
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Rain, Rain, Here to Stay?
For the past 24 hours I’ve been treated to a deluge of epic proportions, and from the look of the radar, there’s no end in sight. Flood warnings, traffic accidents, and dogs who refuse to go outside to do their business are all par for the course. Somehow even the open spaces feel claustrophobic. Construction…
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Abundance is Mine!
After several years of experiencing profoundly bad luck and making astoundingly bad decisions with horrifying consequences, suddenly the other day I lifted my head up, dropped the thick cloak of depression onto my dusty and neglected floor, and was promptly smacked squarely in the face with abundance. I got a new job, practically by accident.…
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The Black Sheep in the Family
Every family has one. A relative who refuses to play by the rules. Someone who causes unbelievable heartache, unspeakable scandal, and enormous amounts of frustration. Someone who generates really, really interesting family stories. In my family that was Uncle Dave, my mother’s little brother. When my mom was young, she was bedridden with whooping cough,…