Who said April is the cruelest month?

September is shaping up to be a month of suck.

A year ago today, our dog, Jake, bit an infant. On September 22, 2008, we put him down. The incident was the proverbial straw on the camel’s back. We had known he was a liability, but we loved him and lived in denial.

A year ago, another friend of ours was brutally pistol whipped during an attempted kidnapping and carjacking. She survived and the suspect was apprehended. He was tried and sentenced to jail. She spent many weeks with her jaw wired shut and made multiple visits to a plastic surgeon to minimize the scarring.

Today, an acquaintance of mine (and a work friend of my husband’s) died. She was 37 years old. Cancer is a Bitch. It doesn’t discriminate. She’s survived by her parents and husband and many, many friends who’s lives she touched.

Only 10 more days left this month. I hope those days pass without incident.

When is it wrong to ask the hard questions?

One of my friends, whom I’ve had in my life since college, and I had lunch today. I hadn’t seen her since May and we certainly had not had a substantive conversation since then. I asked her a question over lunch that had been bothering me since our last visit; her response was to almost take my head off. The conversation eventually got back on track and I spent the rest of our visit asking safe questions.

When is it wrong to ask the hard questions of our friends? The ones that sometimes float around in our heads, but when we ask, we know we’ve struck a nerve.

After sticking with my friends through a few of their relationships (and subsequent break-ups), I decided to start asking those hard questions.

Even if they don’t answer (which she didn’t), I’ve asked.


I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations – one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it – you will regret both.

Soren Kierkegaard