I got Mom’s text two days before Christmas. “I’m taking your daddy to urgent care.” Not the emergency room. Urgent care for a man who couldn’t walk and slurred his speech. He didn’t want to know if he was having a stroke. The urgent care folks sent him straight toContinue Reading
Have you ever had a dream? I don’t mean one of those night-sweat-inducing versions of Technicolor that sometimes occurs in the subconscious, but an actual, bonafide dream, something you wanted to see happen more than just about anything else in life? My life is littered with shattered dreams, with unfinishedContinue Reading
Our Christmas tradition. For fourteen years running, MTM and I have spent Christmas in Montreal. The same room at Hotel Gault, the same Christmas Eve gastronomy, and the same Christmas Day routine. For those of you wondering which one of us has family in Canada, neither of us do. Our secretContinue Reading