The Beatle’s song, “Help” has been playing in my subconscious for weeks now. Originally released in 1965, I first remember hearing it on Ed Sullivan.
I just said my good-byes to one of my dearest friends who came for a visit on her way to points south. We shared laughter,
We are living in distressing times. It is getting harder and harder to deny the accumulation of real and perceived threats that demand that we
I like to think of myself as fairly tech-savvy. Perhaps this is an inflated opinion, but I have kept pace with most of the Wi-fi
I had a mother for 55 years. She was 34 when she adopted me. Her path to motherhood was not the biologic imperative that many
In some ways everything has changed and in others, nothing. When I left two weeks ago, I remember feeling claustrophobic, short-tempered, and impatient. The thousand