Chatty. Effervescent. Articulate. Fancy. Limber.
Did I ever tell you about the Christmas that Dad got me a Bowie knife?
Like, an actual honest-to-God, Rambo-esque Bowie knife? Very shiny. Very deadly. Of course, I was dumbfounded. … Read more
Given that Dad quietly passed away two weeks ago today—on the 9th anniversary of my stroke, no less—I’ve had a little time to be pensive and reflect on what I’ve learned. … Read more
As awful as the past two weeks have been, there have been several moments of unexpected levity that broke up the general, lingering anguish going on around me. Most of … Read more