ACK! I just checked my friend’s page. Too many postings, not enough time. Just so you’ll know, folks, I love you like you were all my very own relatives who live in Boston so I never see you but think of you whenever I eat baked beans. But, I will not be able to read […]
My seventy-three-year-old dad had hip replacement surgery a week ago. Osteoarthritis in his left hip was causing him extreme pain and limiting his activity level. Bone on bone will do that to you. So now he’s home rehabilitating. If they tell him to stretch at least three times a day, he’ll do it five. Dad
you model that role so gracefully . . . even on crutches Read More »
I grew up with a man whose heart is as tender as they come. I was a firecracker of a kid, and he knew just how to handle me. Mom was a fly-off-the-handle type. Big spanking and it’s all over. But not Dad. First he’d send me to my room. Then, after an appropriate pause,