By Catherine Newman@CatheriNewman Dear Me, You know how you feel when you see the “Runaway Truck Ramp” sign on the highway? Like there must…
My Stroke — Red Tent Living
I stared at the round objects I cradled in my hand. Now, what were they? Why was I holding them? They looked so familiar – but what was I to do with them? Still in my pj’s, I wondered, maybe John would know. I’ll just ask him. I looked around for John, the still dashing Naval