The oddest things can offer comfort.

Sometimes it isn't people that bring us comfort. It's an object, a thing. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, read on. It's a bittersweet story.

When depression collides with a medical illness

I wrote yesterday that I've been having some intestinal problems. Would you believe my doctor's assistant actually called me shortly after I wrote yesterday's post? I rarely answer the house phone but I'm so glad I did. (Yes, we still have a house phone just because it's no cheaper on my cable bill to get … Continue reading When depression collides with a medical illness