Magic Pills, Ills, and Long Forgotten Cures

As I'm lying down with my little one for his bedtime snuggle, I'm realizing that I haven't retreated to the fantasy world that gets me through depressions lately.  At first I though it was the magic pill I've been taking, but I think something better is happening. When I first started taking the pills, I tried to get in and I couldn't.  Something was blocking the door.  It wasn't me, it was...

Pictures of Us

My sister-in-law's been going through her attic and stumbling on ancient family photos along the way.  She's scanned them and emailed them to us in groups.  Most of the photos are of individuals or groups posed carefully and solemnly for a camera that required the subject to stay still for several minutes. The clothes and the hair are different, but the stories they tell are very familiar.  ...