I wonder if I can give Koala a hug and tell her that I am sorry about her cousin...

I wonder why I always think about Marilyn when I hear of an unsucessful suicide....

I wonder how easy it is for me to say that men and women grieve differently..

I wonder at my phone conversation with my neighbor this morning and her sobs over the fact that her husband just doesn't "get it".

I wonder how on earth he can say to her, "Now why are you crying?"
and the equally idiotic "you just aren't yourself!"

I wonder if "moi" knows how tickled I am to have him back here....