In the week after his death, a casualty assistance officer sat at my kitchen table and asked if I would like to be notified if the military found partial remains, the pieces of my husband’s body that might be recovered from the crash site after his funeral. Outside a late-autumn storm was building and the air in the room was damp. The officer passed a form across the table and handed me a ballpoint pen, and I realized that this was war. Not the talk of strategy or politics, munitions or taxation; not the discussions on fiscal costs or boots on the ground jingoism. But a life disassembled, pieces trickling in over time.
The Weather Channel is trying to call the coming winter storm “Hercules,” but this is what it makes us think of…
Also, if it’s snowing where you are, send us a photo! Email attachments to firstname.lastname@example.org
CANADA JUST LIKE FULL GAY
"Nah" - Mississippi
There’s a Duck Dynasty joke in here somewhere, but does the world really need another Duck Dynasty joke?
In Rachel’s statement to police, she reportedly fingered Shelia as the mastermind in the stabbing and told them that they’d attacked Skylar after counting to three.
Going home for the holidays? Want to kind-of-sort-of “improve yourself” via New Year’s Resolutions, but without any dramatic ultimatums?