I laugh, you laugh, we laugh – we live

I can always find something to giggle about. Like my client’s calm observance that one of her husband’s caregivers had dressed him in a female sweater, complete with gleaming, gold buttons. Or the memory of my father’s face when during a reverse driving lesson, I accelerated too hard backing the car down the driveway, and …

Trump’s Two Days of Truth

Two days. That’s how long it took for Donald Trump to finally break his silence amidst media criticism. Two days. That’s how long it took for the nation to finally get a forced leadership response from a man whose incendiary Tweets and “Fake News” outbursts have nearly reached legendary status. During that time the nation…

Cheese Memories: When love was absent

Memories. My first memory is of a dark room, me standing in a crib crying. My second memory is of me in an oxygen tent because of an asthma attack. My third memory is of getting beaten with a rubber hose, a foster mother more focused on ironing while watching Dark Shadows on television than…