From early childhood--a spilled piece of chocolate cake--to the approach of the very end of our lives, there is a common theme: loss. In order to move ahead effectively, one must grieve that which has been lost; yet, rarely does our society allow appropriate time, space, and encouragement to grieve. Wright's poetry deals with various grief experiences--loss of health status, as in her own current situation; relationships; homes; and even distance grief as we view stories in the news. Her o...

Sometimes, love can truly take you by surprise. This is how it was with us when we encountered a little lost rescue dog who needed a home. When she entered our lives, we began to understand the joy, love, and frustration only life with a rescue dog can bring. Then a couple years later, we invited another rescue dog into our family, changing our lives in ways we could not have imagined before.Are you a dog lover? Or are you someone just looking to better understand the many forms lo...

Meet Lola Dutch, a delightfully creative girl who is bursting with grand ideas.From the best ways to serve breakfast -- an elegant feast! -- to the ideal sleeping spot -- a majestic blanket fort, of course! -- Lola is inspired all day long.Her dear companion Bear sometimes says she is just too much, but Lola is rich with imagination and originality, which even Bear will agree is AMAZING.The unstoppable Lola Dutch is about to show ...

The vast reduction in size and power consumption of CMOS circuitry has led to a large research effort based around the vision of wireless sensor networks. The proposed networks will be comprised of thousands of small wireless nodes that operate in a multi-hop fashion, replacing long transmission distances with many low power, low cost wireless devices. The result will be the creation of an intelligent environment responding to its inhabitants and ambient conditions. Wireless devices curren...

Tiny lands on the tailgate of the tank. It is suicide. He empties the machine gun into the tank. Quickly, he jumps down and powerfully throws a hand grenade through the open hatch. The heavy tank rotates wildly, crushes some Brits under its crawler tracks before it crashes over the hillside. There, it explodes into an inferno of fire. The German panzer soldiers attack with flame-throwers and phosphorus grenades. They take no prisoners. The survivors are mercilessly liquidated.

It feels as if the entire area is blown up. A long rumbling explosion shakes the German position. Then an infernal scream sounds. Through flashes of fire, they see Tiny's huge silhouette with the light grey bowler on his head. He is standing by the end of the enemy trench with his machine gun resting on his hip. The tracer streak projectiles shoot out of the muzzle. Bewildered shapes flee in panic. - What a bunch of devils, the Russian lieutenant exclaims in admiration.

Mirroring and Attunement offers a new approach to psychoanalysis, artistic creation and religion. Viewing these activities from a broadly relational perspective, Wright proposes that each provides a medium for creative dialogue: the artist discovers himself within his self-created forms, the religious person through an internal dialogue with ‘God’, and the analysand through the inter-subjective medium of the analysis.Building on the work of Winnicott, Stern and Langer, the...

The Legionnaire swings the MG-muzzle. The smoke eats its way into the officers' stomachs. They drop to the snow-covered ground, coloring it red. Bestial shrieks sound from the woods as a wave of fur clad soldiers storm out. They are near the Finish-Russian frontline. The machine guns snarl till the magazines are emptied. Old Man's platoon, with Tiny the giant and Porta in the lead, fights a rough battle behind Russian lines.

A special command from the convict regiment, wearing Russian uniforms, take over four Russian T-34 tanks. Remote reconnaissance far behind the Russian lines in Caucasus. The year is 1942. Hour for hour, the tanks roll eastward. Several times, Russian departments challenge them. We follow the soldiers in their desperate struggle to find their way back to the German lines. The distances are great, the friends are few and death is always right behind them...

Rumor has it; they are being moved to Warsaw. Heide, who is always informed, claims that all hell is loose over there. There is talk of a German pullback from the eastern frontline. Thousands of British paratroops have landed and Polish soldiers converge on from the woods. But the Polish army is already doomed. Not only by the Reichsführer Himmler in Berlin, but also by Marshal Stalin. The Polish nationalists vainly beg the Red Army for help. But it has already been decided that the Polish...

It is freezing 38 degrees. Stalingrad, the winter of 1942-1943. A chilling wind sweeps over the plains, slinging ice crystals into our faces. We are marching past thousands of frozen bodies. The SS-general is marching in front of the convoy, silently and withdrawn. He is angry. We realized that a while back. A fanatic who wishes to die in battle. And the SS-general wants to take as many to die with him as possible.

We hear the crawlers closing in. A T-34. They must have seen us, Tiny whispers. - Stay low until it is right here, then we run! The horrible clattering of the crawler comes closer and closer. I know this fear, creeping up the spine. It will mean certain death if they run just one second too soon. How we get up, I don't know, the legs move automatically. The tank wiggles over the hole and crushes everything in it. Then it rumbles on...