One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

One must imagine Sisyphus happy. — Albert Camus   I’ve noticed, over the two and three-quarter years since my mother died, that I have not been noticeably more social or outgoing than I was in the years before she died, when I was geographically isolated from close friends, sad, and sometimes depressed. Now, why would that be?…

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When you open Facebook and your friend is dead

Bruce in Santa Fe

Like most people, I open Facebook too much as it is. This afternoon, I opened it to read — It is with a broken heart that I write here that my dad – Bruce Cady – passed away unexpectedly yesterday. Level 1: incomprehension. I looked to see who had made the post. I didn’t recognize…

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