Drove up, signed papers, came home. While there, I saw my dad. Eventually, we will go over everything. But today, I only want to talk about two or three things, so I don’t forget them. He has lost so much weight he looks like a different person. Or perhaps more
It’s time for another installment of holiday hi-jinks with your old friend Anne. Who, I must admit, is dragging ass all over the place. If I wrote Christmas songs, this year’s would be titled, “Eff this noise, I need a nap.” This podcast episode is called Cheekbone Implants of
Longtime readers know one of my favorite things to do around the holidays is catch the Irish flu, lock myself in the office, and play. This is especially my favorite thing when I’m supposed to do grown-up stuff like spend quality time with extended family, or clean my house in
I wasn’t born in Paradise, CA, recently obliterated in the Camp wildfire, but in Chico. Fifteen miles and a 35 minute drive away. That’s because my dad was a doctor in Paradise. Being such a small town, my mom’s choices for OBs were also her husband’s bridge partners and hospital
Second batch going out today: Found this card, wish I could send it to every one of you: Good thoughts coming your way.