It seems like a few bloggers are leaving the blogosphere right now, and I just want to say, I am not one of them. I am just, well, running full steam, everything in my life is running so fast it's hard to keep up, I don't know if I am coming or going. Easter/Passover is coming up and I am helping my mother get ready for the hoards of family that will visit and tomorrow is a milestone birthday for my father.
It's like the line in Tolstoy's masterpiece "Anna Karenina", depending on the translation, "Everything was in it's confusion at the Oblonsky's house", or "Everything was topsy-turvy at the Oblonsky's house".
And I promised D. a reader, I would write a column for her, to answer the question she has on the death of her brother. And I try. I keep writing, and it's just I choke for lack of words, something that is crippling to a writer. I have a trash bin of Word docs on my Mac, I've interviewed friends who have also gone through this, and nothing.. nothing is good enough to post. I will have something to post very shortly. I have not forgotten you.