In te domine speravi, Berlioz, Katrina, floods and a Bush waving overhead. I have hope in You, Lord. The Bad Parent Chronicles: Why couldn\'t you ever say I love you? Why did you wish I had died instead of your dog? Why did you keep pointing that gun at me? Why don\'t you love me? Thich Nhat Hanh, a mother\'s son had gone away, when he looked at his hand he was not so lonely. Kirkland Tower bell, cicadas in 95 degree Fahrenheit signaling the days end.