This Week's Rambles

 It's all John Green's fault (as are most things, these days).  In his masterpiece, The Anthropocene Reviewed , he writes movingly a...

 I've probably used this metaphor before, but bear with me. There's this pit. This gaping, huge void that stretches almost as far as...

This was the eulogy I wrote - read by my friend Frances because, well, there was no way I would have made it through.  --  There is so much ...

 I've told this story before , but the pronouns are all wrong, so let's try it again.  I was not in a good place. Years of untreated...

 I'm back on  SilverCloud .  After a few weeks (months?) of debating with myself whether I should reach out to GP again, I instead self-...