Raising 5 Kids With Disabilities and Remaining Sane Blog. Cup of Coffee, Anyone? May 15, 2015. My son, Steven, has somewhat struck out on his own with his infant daughter.

Dealing with the mental and physical decline of my beloved mother. May 7, 2014 by ACircleInThePath. The day we have been dreading arrived unexpectedly. We recognized that mom was on the downside of that horrible dementia cycle, but it still caught us by surprise and took my breath away. His heart was breaking and so was mine. Posted in Caring for Mom.

A recent Twitter exchange about the term beg the question. Got me thinking again about the notion of skunked terms. Said that at some point the new sense of beg the question. Was going to become the correct one, and I said that that point had already come and gone. Is traditionally a type of circular reasoning. In his Modern American Usage.

And finding my sense of humor again. When I first signed on to Facebook I gleefully jumped into the fray believing that surely the person who posted was longing for my thoughts on the matter. I learned much more quickly that. As I would like them to do unto me. I dislike giving space on .

You died on a Saturday. I remember thinking it was too beautiful a day for death; too beautiful for your slip from pink, to gray, to gold. But now I know Death comes, regardless of swaths of stars. Regardless of being held by the sun and kissed open by the wind.

What is this site about? Who runs this site? Is contemplation right for me? The illusion of separation. The body, passivity and contentedness. How patience helps cultivate contentedness.

At the end of the conversation, as I walk away, a man I know better called Reg stops me, and pointing to the receding figure of my ex-conversationalist says, Friend of yours is he? Yes I reply. Have you ever eaten with him at any other restaurant or pub than The Tuck Shop? That is the name of our local morning haunt by the way. Do you fancy his wife and dread being caught in a compromising situation with her? March 10, 2018.

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life. Making memories one day at a time. Our memories may be happy or sad, joyful or tearful or just plain funny. Sometimes they are of earth-shattering moment I clearly remember when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. 1969 I was sitting in the Holiday Inn at Dorval in Montreal and I watched spellbound as a man walked onto the moon.

Blog de philosophie imprévisible, dir. Based on the profitability of the imaginary, hypercapitalism is a mode of destruction. Why do we support all these layoffs? El sentimiento de inexistencia. Es la existencia un camino al borde del infinito? La era de los cronófagos.