when pictures fail me…
The older I get, the more OCD’d I get. Before the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders shone a clinical light on our brain tickings, the phrase “set in … Continue reading →
Unlike my mother, I have never named my car. I grew up with, and at sixteen learned to drive our family’s 1962 Buick Special, “Betsy.” Like our dalmatian Penny, “she” … Continue reading →
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