Dolly’s passing blindsided me in a way I never anticipated, not only because I hadn’t realized how much she meant to me but also because I never imagined a world without her. She’s always been there. She was there in my childhood in the late seventies and early eighties. I’d slip the record out of… Read more

I washed my hair, sliced some peaches, and resumed working on my knitted sweater. Hooray! The anesthesia kicked my butt, and I felt bleh the day after surgery, but I’m better now. I am moving around pretty well with the walker and doing stairs with the cane. One more day of my “surgery coach” hovering… Read more