It seems like depression seems to be hitting the blogosphere. At least with the people I read online.
Two of the biggest bloggers, The Bloggess and Hyperbole and a Half have both recently detailed their journeys through depression, just in the past week.
About two years ago I had my dog certified with Therapy Dogs International so that she could participate in programs with the elderly and children in hospitals.
Unfortunately, I found that because this organization resides is Jersey, the certificate is largely useless here in Chicago. They have little pull in the Midwest.
I need to tell on myself, to once again reveal an insecurity.
Last night a woman contacted me online, who happens to be the wife of a national television news anchor. (…and no, this isn’t Gertie Rather)
I just guessed that Dan Rather’s wife would be called Gertrude, even though a simple Google search revealed that she is actually named Jean.
Back in November 2009, I participated in Mo’vember, which is a charity to raise awareness for men’s prostate cancer.
Basically, you grow a mustache, hit up your friends for money, and then shave it off December 1.
I had never grown one before, and let me tell you a few things.
I haven’t figured out why, but sometimes I wake up farting.
You’d think that after 35 years I would have reverse engineered this algorithm, but I truly haven’t.
Now, I know this topic seems incredibly immature and sophomoric, but let me explain myself.
I received an extremely interesting email yesterday.
Let me back up a few steps and start that over.
Most of my readership, it appears, are women. I have no way to verify this, but judging by the emails that comes in, it’s almost always from ladies.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
