
The sun rises on a new day even after a relentless series of bad events and reversals of fortune. I spent most of the last three days going back and forth to the hospital. I can’t tell you who is in the hospital, or even what kind of hospital. It is not me this time. And there is a stigma that goes with this kind of hospital stay that can darken the rest of your life. People generally accept that cancer and heart attacks are not a punishment for bad behavior. They seem to think, however, that depression is somehow a matter of poor choices and immoral practices.

Treating depression is not voodoo or a matter of opinion. It is science. Swiftly improving and ever-more-complex science. And nobody is dead or dying. So I am going to get my family through this awful thing.
Besides, I am Mickey. How do you permanently bring down a purple-furred mouse-man with a goofy grin? Of course, the relentless pounding of multiple misfortunes is a start. Still, there has to be a joke I can tell or a song I can sing that will solve it all.



Pay tentershawn to Dingle when he schtumms, koz when he schtumms he schtumms from eggzspearie antz.










One of the fascinating features of a table-top role-playing game is the freedom it gives you to go where you could never go in real life. In Dungeons and Dragons we have taken the campaign under the waves among the water-breathers.






