For the first time in its barely-one-year history, The Sacramento Press is entirely laid out. That's right: No matter which of the section headings you click on in the green navigation bar this morning, you will get a fully laid out page: Politics, Business, Sports and Culture now join our Front Page with stories, pictures and comments. This is the first time we will ever have had a Business page front. And the Politics and Culture pages are completely content not even carried on the Front Page. Thus, click on the Culture page and you will get ideas about where to dine for two on Valentine's Day, or read about a new mosque rising in Sacramento. On the Sports page, you will see staffer Mi

I was a young child, at least one or two years old. I remember seeing my mother standing over me. It was a warm feeling. I grew up in Little Rock, Arkansas, where I had trouble with having a mental illness. For the most part, my years at home were good, until my first day of school, when my nightmare began. I saw hallucinations of cartoon characters and an image of a man called Jeramieh. He used to lie on my parents' bed. I thought that it would go away, but the older I got, the worst it got. At school, my days were dark. I constantly had to deal with cruel boys saying that I was ugly, stupid and four-eyed. I knew that something was wrong with me, but I didn't know what it was. It wasn't