Yeah...and so, anyway...

I haven't been doing this very much over the years, but I decided to take a look at the traffic statistics for this blog. What I found surprised me. Here's the overall pageviews for this blog: Pageviews by Countries Entry Pageviews United States 8018 Russia 2733 Germany 849 United Kingdom 746 Canada 487 China 270 Ukraine 257 France 240 Netherlands 207 Australia 185 Now, the numbers for the United States are...well, not too surprising. I mean, I live here, and most of what I write about is decidedly American. Or, so I thought. The blog post that has the most readers is one that I really didn't put too much into writing because it was a reaction to some very powerful memories and emotions that emerged during the process of detoxification from all flour and sugar products, and excess portions of food. I named that post, " Emotional Incest ", and it is re...

There's something rather appealing about having a "do over" in life. I recently read the collected edition of one of Marvel Comics' big events called " House of M ", which was actually published back in 2005, but I was too preoccupied with my various personal issues to read comics at that time. That hasn't changed, by the way. I still have many personal issues, but I'm working through them. Catching up on comics is one of my non-food rewards. Now, I realize comics isn't everyone's thing, but just bear with me for a moment. I've linked to Marvel Comics Wiki explanation of the "House of M", but unless you're comic geek like me and know the characters and their backstories, it might not make much sense to you. But it is an example of the classic fiction story question: "what if"? Or specifically, the grief and remorse driven,"if only I had...." The central character of the story is Wanda Maximoff , who is ...

On Monday, I checked my Twitter feed and immediately saw that something big was going on. I don't own a television (well, I did but I let my oldest daughter have it), so I searched Google news for any breaking stories. With rapidly escalating horror, I saw that there had been a bombing, no, two bombings at the Boston  Marathon. Oh my God, no. Casualties? It was unclear at that point, but the stories were reporting numerous injuries. I immediately thought of my son Marc, who has been a resident of Boston for almost ten years. No, he wouldn't be there. He hates crowds, I thought. But still, the forever worried mother had to check. So I called. "Mom?" Immediate relief when I heard his voice. He's all right. "Where are you?" He must have heard something in my voice. "I'm on my way home, why? What's going on?" "You haven't heard? There's been a bombing at the Marathon!" There was a pause. "A WHAT?" I t...