Slow down, you move too fast.Gotta make the morning lastJust kicking down the cobblestonesLooking for fun and feelin' groovy"59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)", Paul Simon I always forget that that song isn't just called "Feelin' Groovy." And now it's in my head, and probably in yours as well. You're welcome! When I was in … Continue reading Fifty-Nine
When I was a freshman in college, I lived in the "freshman dorm." Some of you might remember such things. A whole pile of 18- and 19-year-olds, just out of their nests, filled with hormones and alcohol. I remember standing outside on several frigid nights, waiting for the fire alarm to be reset after someone … Continue reading Who Says Everything is Meaningless?
The number eighteen, I'm told, is important in Judaism. The reason for this is because words in Hebrew have numerical values, and the Hebrew word for life, "chai", has a numerical value of eighteen. Looking back on my own life, the number eighteen can easily symbolize "life" for me as well. The year I was eighteen, which spanned my … Continue reading Eighteen
I found this file lying around in my computer. I thought I'd share it here. It was my final project for a seminar I took freshman year in college. I procrastinated it until the day it was due. Then I sat in the computer lab in Trumbauer Hall for a few hours, and this poured … Continue reading A Trip into Myself
Day 3 of my month of "Walking and Blogging." I'm trying to get at least 10,000 steps in each day, and then blog about it that evening. It was a lovely day today with my family -- playground and ice cream and pool and dinner with my sister, my brother-in-law, and my two nephews. (Plus … Continue reading The Giant Walk
This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. The title of this post is a direct reference to a song entitled, "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #10: Standing Outside a Broken College House With My Walkman in My Hand
This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. This story starts where the last one ended. I was in the Student Health Center at Muhlenberg College, thinking that I had … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #8: On the Way to First Hospital