My father had a relapse. On Saturday, he woke up with slurred speech. Mom rushed his grouchy butt to the emergency room, where they determined he had a very tiny stroke. My father was admitted to the hospital. Again. Read on for an update on Dad.Continue Reading
On Christmas Eve, my father had brain surgery, a quick procedure to drain a subdural hematoma. Instead, we started 2018 wondering whether my father would be with us much longer. Twelve hours after the hospital released Dad, he was back in the emergency room with stroke-like symptoms. The hospital helicopteredContinue Reading
No, I’m not asking a rhetorical question. Can we stay connected? Is it even possible? Yesterday, I covered a number of troubling trends on the social giant, but we haven’t seen the worst. Facebook is designed to be addictive, but until I started reading quotes from some of its earlyContinue Reading