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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835</id><updated>2012-04-12T19:04:37.683-04:00</updated><title type="text">Becoming One Everyday&amp;#169</title><subtitle type="html">This isn't about "the one true path". People with dissociative identity disorder (DID/MPD) have a long road ahead before considering integration ("becoming one") as a goal. It's not for everyone. However, everyone -- including monominds -- can use some help in living life with a unified sense of purpose and direction. You can't plan if you don't know where you are right now. My goals are to promote a healthy productive outcome, every day. 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It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-114252671280205628</id><published>2006-03-16T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:31:52.836-05:00</updated><title type="text">Meanwhile, In a Parallel Universe</title><summary type="html">I last spoke about resuming some semblance of a routine because I'd been offline more often than not due to illness. But I guess blaming it on flu gets pretty old after the fourth bout. When I was massively overwhelmingly dissociative -- like, fifteen years ago -- I could be sick and sleepless for as long as it took because there were several someones inside who didn't believe they had any </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/114252671280205628" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/114252671280205628" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/meanwhile-in-parallel-universe.html" title="Meanwhile, In a Parallel Universe" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-113620745316136224</id><published>2006-01-02T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T08:10:54.713-05:00</updated><title type="text">Happy New Year and ... mea culpa</title><summary type="html">Happy 2006! May it be more peaceful, more full of good health, and personally powerful.I know it's been a long time since my last post. Time is a relative concept to me, to anyone who is dissociative, but that only explains part of it. It all started with my flu shot ....The next day, I woke up with the flu. Oh, I know my doctor will swear you cannot get the flu from a flu shot. I felt absolutely</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/113620745316136224" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/113620745316136224" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-and-mea-culpa.html" title="Happy New Year and ... mea culpa" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112778486167530628</id><published>2005-09-26T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:45:34.730-04:00</updated><title type="text">"With No Direction Home"</title><summary type="html">I was watching a news piece about PBS's documentary on Bob Dylan called "With No Direction Home". ("... How does it feel? ...")I am a big fan of his poetry, but Bob Dylan's never been known for elocution. It's helpful to see the often quite complex lyrics in written form to comprehend what he is saying, and it's nearly always worth it to find those lyrics. But in watching the clips of a very </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112778486167530628" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112778486167530628" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/09/with-no-direction-home.html" title="&quot;With No Direction Home&quot;" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112636099168920409</id><published>2005-09-10T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:03:11.696-04:00</updated><title type="text">What A Single Man Did</title><summary type="html">CNN reports of a man, a former politician, who believed that the government response to Katrina was so inadequate that he quietly and personally arranged and paid to airlift two planeloads of 270 sick people from New Orleans on September 3rd and 4th. This man is former Vice President Al Gore. On September 1st, the third day after Katrina hit, Dr. David Kline, the neurosurgeon who saved Gore's </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112636099168920409" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112636099168920409" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-single-man-did.html" title="What A Single Man Did" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112586713785015404</id><published>2005-09-04T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:52:17.856-04:00</updated><title type="text">Statement by Senator Mary Landrieu (D-LA)</title><summary type="html">If you saw Senator Landrieu's flyover of New Orleans with George Stephanopolis on ABC this morning, you saw and heard that she was articulate, mad as hell, and heartsick all at once. She also released the following statement via press release:"Yesterday, I was hoping President Bush would come away from his tour of the regional devastation triggered by Hurricane Katrina with a new understanding </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112586713785015404" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112586713785015404" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/09/statement-by-senator-mary-landrieu-d.html" title="Statement by Senator Mary Landrieu (D-LA)" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112579585552092732</id><published>2005-09-03T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:54:33.533-04:00</updated><title type="text">Feeling "Safer" Now?</title><summary type="html">In response to George Bush's attempt to dismantle Social Security, there's an adage that what he really means by "the ownership society" is that "you're on your own". Nowhere is this more profoundly and sadly illustrated than in New Orleans' left behind poor, black, disabled, sick, and accidental tourists who spent five days in utter hell waiting for the Feds to notice they were dying. And even </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112579585552092732" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112579585552092732" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeling-safer-now.html" title="Feeling &quot;Safer&quot; Now?" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112567228745619539</id><published>2005-09-02T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:44:47.463-04:00</updated><title type="text">HurricaneHousing.Org</title><summary type="html">From the website at HurricaneHousing.Org:Hurricane Katrina has left hundreds of thousands of people homeless. But thousands of people throughout the region are stepping up to offer free shelter to those in need.32,388 beds volunteered so far! (Posted as of today's date, September 2, 2005.)  Offer HousingOffer free housing to hurricane evacueesDelete a housing offering you've already made Find </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112567228745619539" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112567228745619539" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricanehousingorg.html" title="HurricaneHousing.Org" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112558874786023215</id><published>2005-09-01T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:37:01.646-04:00</updated><title type="text">New Orleans: We Hear You and ... WTF?</title><summary type="html">If there were ever a situation that could generate ongoing mass helplessness that accrues across the nation ... the death of New Orleans is it. Yet there are things anyone -- meaning you -- and each of us can do. The most readily available one being to donate to the Red Cross or Salvation Army. Their servers are extremely busy, so keep trying.No donation is too small. Create a donation fund at </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112558874786023215" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112558874786023215" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-orleans-we-hear-you-and-wtf.html" title="New Orleans: We Hear You and ... WTF?" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112439869564608907</id><published>2005-08-18T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:27:36.563-04:00</updated><title type="text">Dennis Rader: Where's A Hook When You Need One?</title><summary type="html">Can there be any more clear evidence of a profound and cynical lack of remorse in Mr. BTK than when he stands before the Court following heart-wrenching victims' statements and picks apart the Power Point presentations of the prosecution? And quibbles about whether there really were more than two pornographic pictures? And wishes someone could help his wife out (who isn't standing by her man, who</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112439869564608907" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112439869564608907" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/08/dennis-rader-wheres-hook-when-you-need.html" title="Dennis Rader: Where's A Hook When You Need One?" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112359480572331687</id><published>2005-08-09T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:40:05.730-04:00</updated><title type="text">Collective Sigh of Relief</title><summary type="html">We collectively began breathing again when the space shuttle was down safely. Amazing the technology that has a craft moving at 5000 miles an hour only 80 miles out from landing -- and it doesn't overshoot the runway. Who knows where the space program's going from here, with all the problems connected to this flight. I'm just relieved we're not going to be watching endless video loops of a </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112359480572331687" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112359480572331687" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/08/collective-sigh-of-relief.html" title="Collective Sigh of Relief" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112335110018667835</id><published>2005-08-06T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T16:49:10.283-04:00</updated><title type="text">"Diagnosing" MPD from a Weblog</title><summary type="html">KESQ, NewsChannel 3 in Palm Springs, CA has a story about Shasta Groene's abductor, Joseph Duncan, which diagnoses Duncan with multiple personalities based on nothing more than what he wrote in a weblog.This May, two months before investigators say he murdered four people in Idaho, Duncan wrote about his multiple personalities on his website. "The demons have taken over: as far as letting God </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112335110018667835" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112335110018667835" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/08/diagnosing-mpd-from-weblog.html" title="&quot;Diagnosing&quot; MPD from a Weblog" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112289294884426453</id><published>2005-08-01T06:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T06:42:30.216-04:00</updated><title type="text">Dodged That One ... I Think</title><summary type="html">We had a scare with yet another cat the last few days. Lucky, our longhair black little 13 year old, who I rescued from my car engine at five weeks old and promptly bit me, suddenly stopped eating. She was wild and feral when I found her, and reverts quickly when scared. It wasn't until about six months ago that she began jumping on me, wanting to snuggle. She's never been a fussy eater.We spent </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112289294884426453" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112289294884426453" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/08/dodged-that-one-i-think.html" title="Dodged That One ... I Think" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112274184320805867</id><published>2005-07-30T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:44:03.213-04:00</updated><title type="text">In Praise of GMail (so far)</title><summary type="html">Unavoidable Rant on/For a couple of years I've paid my main email provider, Mail2World ("M2W"), to provide unlimited storage and ad-free emails. For the last month, they've had repeated problems in which I am kicked out of all of my paid upgrades, my Safe List ("this is not spam") self-deletes, and there are three (count'em! three!) different ads running simultaneously and evermore annoyingly. </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112274184320805867" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112274184320805867" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-praise-of-gmail-so-far.html" title="In Praise of GMail (so far)" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112171800796409798</id><published>2005-07-18T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:20:07.970-04:00</updated><title type="text">Well, It's Not a Hurricane</title><summary type="html">But, man! The humidity here is doing me in. It rained just enough to bring steam up on the asphalt. What I would give for a decent thunderstorm to clear this soup away for a day.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112171800796409798" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112171800796409798" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-its-not-hurricane.html" title="Well, It's Not a Hurricane" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112126373055157706</id><published>2005-07-13T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:09:42.276-04:00</updated><title type="text">Shasta's Mission</title><summary type="html">Convicted sex offender Joseph Edward Duncan never thought he could be taken down by an eight year old Idaho girl whom he'd traumatized repeatedly over the course of six weeks. While he  bragged to her about using night vision goggles to case her house and family for two days, and about details of how he killed them, Shasta was busy burning those details into her brain. She's provided </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112126373055157706" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112126373055157706" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/07/shastas-mission.html" title="Shasta's Mission" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112059159135831107</id><published>2005-07-05T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T08:59:24.433-04:00</updated><title type="text">About Shasta Groene</title><summary type="html">I attempted to finish this post yesterday morning, but it hits way too close to home. Shasta Groene is the eight year old Idaho girl who went missing with her brother Dylan six weeks ago when police found her mother, another brother, and her mother's boyfriend bludgeoned to death in their home. A waitress recognized Shasta with her (alleged) captor, convicted child molester Joseph Edward Duncan, </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112059159135831107" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112059159135831107" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/07/about-shasta-groene.html" title="About Shasta Groene" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112018568761442983</id><published>2005-06-30T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:41:27.620-04:00</updated><title type="text">Major "To Do" Item Done</title><summary type="html">One of my more neurotic "things" is that I have trouble finishing projects. If you procrastinate endlessly, this would be sort of a major well, duh realization. It's hard to finish things you never start. But it goes even deeper for me than finding a cure for procrastination. When I figure it out, I'll surely write about it.But meanwhile, today, I am about as pleased as a kid with the most cool </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112018568761442983" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112018568761442983" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/06/major-to-do-item-done.html" title="Major &quot;To Do&quot; Item Done" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-112013319352169696</id><published>2005-06-30T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:06:56.836-04:00</updated><title type="text">I Knew it!</title><summary type="html">The July 15th issue of Bottom Line Personal sweetly itemizes the health benefits offered by flavonoids in chocolate:Improve circulation;Suppress coughs;Clean arteries; andReduce blood pressure.For me, and diabetics everywhere:Flavonoids relax blood vessel linings and improve circulation to the extremities -- important for those who have diabetes and other circulatory diseases.The article further </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112013319352169696" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/112013319352169696" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-knew-it.html" title="I Knew it!" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-111952685699456256</id><published>2005-06-23T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T07:50:33.050-04:00</updated><title type="text">MPD Goes Opera</title><summary type="html">I guess it had to happen sometime.According to a press release Philadelphia's At Hand Productions is getting ready to release its first operatic production, My Journal, to the public. "My Journal is a venture into the world of Janice, a woman with multiple personalities who was convicted of murder. The plot is based around psychology sessions. When Janice begins to speak of the various incidents </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111952685699456256" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111952685699456256" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/06/mpd-goes-opera.html" title="MPD Goes Opera" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-111929565740761108</id><published>2005-06-20T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:35:21.623-04:00</updated><title type="text">Perfect Mental Storms</title><summary type="html">So I'm minding my own business, trying to do half the things I want to do while keeping up with most of the things I'm committed to do inbetween squeezing in the things I must do. Things I Want To Do: Write; learn; empower; publish; enjoy life and the fruits of my labor.Things I'm Committed To Do: The endless activities designed to make me feel quasi-secure; and taking care of the last 20 items </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111929565740761108" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111929565740761108" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-mental-storms.html" title="Perfect Mental Storms" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-111825949197516176</id><published>2005-06-08T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T15:51:13.316-04:00</updated><title type="text">My Brain Was Hijacked</title><summary type="html">Child abuse survivors made it to the survival part by being resourceful and able to do whatever it takes to survive another day. I say this as an explanation of where my brain went for the last month. It's a long post, but important.I was a political science major at UCLA in the 70s, a period of great turmoil and change. In the 90s my attention diverted to dealing with why I felt crazy all the </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111825949197516176" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111825949197516176" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-brain-was-hijacked.html" title="My Brain Was Hijacked" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-111556687318204599</id><published>2005-05-08T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T11:41:13.236-04:00</updated><title type="text">Doctor, My Eyes</title><summary type="html">(With apologies to Jackson Browne...)So I was relentlessly attacked by tree pollen since early last week, and made to lie in bed with cold compresses on my eyes much of the time since. It was either that or go mad trying not to damage my itchy watery eyes. Not Benadryl, nor Claritin gave relief. In fact, the only reason I can even focus on a computer screen since yesterday is a blessed Nor'easter</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111556687318204599" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111556687318204599" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/05/doctor-my-eyes.html" title="Doctor, My Eyes" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-111419896024911752</id><published>2005-04-22T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:46:13.593-04:00</updated><title type="text">Back On This Planet</title><summary type="html">The month of April has been far too disruptive. It began with having to put our cat Scotty to sleep. (Thanks to so many people who wrote to me about this.) Then in the midst of our grief, we had four days to get a year's worth of clutter organized into something our accountant could transform into a tax return. Then, because we'd cancelled our Christmas trip to Virginia because of Scotty's care </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111419896024911752" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111419896024911752" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-on-this-planet.html" title="Back On This Planet" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-111331484015867263</id><published>2005-04-12T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:07:20.156-04:00</updated><title type="text">Sure Signs of Spring</title><summary type="html">Spring arrives for me in all of its glory not only with first daffodils but also with tax deadlines and extreme allergies. So the taxes are done, and my allergies are on a rampage. I also saw the first bumblebee on Saturday.Now if only Benadryl could repel bees while it knocks me into a stupor so I don't do permanent damage to my itching eyes while I admire the flower show for the next couple of </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111331484015867263" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111331484015867263" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/04/sure-signs-of-spring.html" title="Sure Signs of Spring" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835.post-111262613554317178</id><published>2005-04-04T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T11:10:57.863-04:00</updated><title type="text">Mental Health Spending Illusions</title><summary type="html">In the "seemingly progressive government-sponsored mental health care reports can be misleading" category:A report available on the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services (SAMHSA) website details National Expenditures for Mental Health Services and Substance Abuse Treatment 1991–2001.According to SAMHSA's March 29, 2005 news release, [interesting timing; why tout these numbers now?] the </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111262613554317178" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835/posts/default/111262613554317178" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swanpondpress.blogspot.com/2005/04/mental-health-spending-illusions.html" title="Mental Health Spending Illusions" /><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09604893336212965623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry></feed>

