Right before Thanksgiving I was sitting down to write a blog post about how at times, I’m really glad that both of my parents are dead. And I was, and it truly is, and then my caregiver skills (e.g. warm body) were desperately needed and it was at that very moment that I remembered that […]Read more "More Fun with Teeth Gritting and Hunches!"
I wonder what the dystopian writers in Hollywood are writing about these days? I spent at least the first six weeks of the pandemic in a state of genuine gratitude that my mom was dead, she passed last August, and that I still had a job. I was also grateful that I had visited one […]Read more "It’s Going to be a Long 10 Weeks."
I grew up in a lower middle-class neighborhood where people mostly never moved. We referred to houses on our street by the last name of the people who lived there, the Smith House, the Norris house, the Graham house. It was the only house I ever had a as a kid. We got along with […]Read more "There is nothing more dangerous than an American with an ax to grind."