“Where are you? I’m standing in front of your door, ringing the bell.” “I don’t see you, Hannah,” I replied. Did you turn left on Sawyer Rd? I’m the third house on the left. White house with blue shutters and a pot of pansies out front. The address is 655. It’s on the post box. […]
These are unsettling times. Not the first time some of us have experienced unsettling times, mind you. But if age grants us a certain perspective, it also grants those of us who are older a feeling of vulnerability. Amidst all the talk of moving to another country or even another state, the reality is, we […]
At some point, I sat in my recliner with the heating pad at my back and an ice pack on my shoulder and decided I needed to retool.