the way things go in times of woe

Goings on in the past several days: my 90-year-old grandmother had to have a toe amputated. A semi-distant cousin committed suicide. After 3 interviews with a great company they've decided to hire an internal candidate.

But in all of this my biggest concern is the reminder that my family, particularly my mother, doesn't acknowledge that psychology is a Real Thing. She does not believe, despite the fact that it genetically runs on both sides of the family, that depression exists.

How many people in the family have to kill themselves, or attempt as such, before my parents can stop making fun of my sister for going to free counseling when she was in college?

6 word autobiographies

strong handshake, precocious eyes, sly smile

blushing bibliophile always has book recommendations

mischievously frolicking in fields of wit

often prefers to summarize in haiku

succulently sarcastic siren seeks surreal synchronicity

how her belly loved to undulate

slightly manic instigator socially lubricates all

absurdly efficient at the mostly mundane

top shelf liquors and questionable morals

vocabulary nerd desires a lunch date

aspiring acrobat prefers to fly upsidedown

naked tongues love a good story

I'll sleep when I'm dead

wedding, whiskey, good pals
moto ride, belly teach yay
none of these things suck