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Wayne M. Gieger Dear President Bush, I’m wondering now why it is I need to fear terrorist attacks on people within the Unites States. Tonight, as my friends mourn the loss of their son, it seems you’re doing a fine job killing off my sister’s generation all on your own. Diann Bellamak

For the last ten days, I’ve been gripped in the clutches of a nasty, menacing cold and now I’ve had me a sack full of it. DonedoneDONE. Time for it to pack its bags and move on. I’ve tried to be diligent about pacing and pain management, but there are just those days, like today, […]

Laurel’s mom photocopied the following ad from the Inyo Register in (I think) 1996 in an effort to help me convince my step-mom she needed to re-examine her relationship with my father. At that point, I don’t think it left much of an impression, but I’ve kept the copy with me in a binder all […]

Sounds like a great name for a rock band, doesn’t it? I deleted the last email, the one sitting in my inbox this morning. I didn’t even bother to read it. She’s always needed to have the last word; it’s her nature. I hope she feels better now, because I certainly do. I get it. […]

When I first moved to Lincoln, California in 1998, for a while, I played the part of Rescuer. Eventually, that lead to more and more moments of being both Victim and Persecutor. Mostly though, I was merely codependent or counterdependent, depending on the day or my mood. No matter how dysfunctional my friendship with her […]