Happiness. It's relative.
Belly up to the old girls’ bar Stop digging your own grave Looking down might kill you It’s happened to other people People you know They couldn’t help themselves Give away your old shoes Hang the black sweater on the rail Singing may keep you alive… Continue Reading “Ode to an Old Lady”
I read an article a few days ago entitled, “Rare detailed personal memory a burden, and ultimately a gift,” about a young woman who could remember every day of her life in complete detail. Every day. Every detail – what day of the week it… Continue Reading “In Parenting and Other Things: The Gift of a Bad Memory”
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