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When I met my Bear, he had one grandchild. She’s now 20 years old and while she was a truly horrible child, she’s become a rather nice young woman. She calls, well, she did before the beer virus, or rather, … Continue reading
Today I went to the dentist for the seemingly umptee-twelfth time (that was my mother’s expression, by the way) and he ground off a bit of the troublesome tooth, then ground off a bit more and a bit more. I … Continue reading
and memories make you smile more than cry, healing has finally begun. It’s been 16 years since my Poppa died. For a long time, I couldn’t look at an M&M, couldn’t hear certain songs, couldn’t watch a Mets game. … Continue reading
I glanced down at my hands tonight, while I was typing some notes for my class. I stopped typing. I took a breath. I had seen my hands grow old, seen the wrinkles and creases that weren’t … Continue reading
Max and I went to the nursing home today. It’s the first time we’ve been in several weeks, but I kind of ran out of excuses for not going, and I thought it would be good practice for him with … Continue reading