I’m gobsmacked.
My beautiful Libby Joy was born at one pound, three months premature. She has significant disabilities and requires full-time assistance for everything. She doesn’t have language, but I understand her sounds and spontaneous, contagious laughter.
Most nights, I sleep in a loft above her so I can attend to her quickly if she …
On the last vacation day with a dear friend—practicing the art of ‘doing nothing.’ The first true vacation at 67 — I remember without responsibilities or navigating children. Time away inspired my last post The World is A Hungry Hunter: the legend of the brass brassière that stops the milk train guzzle...
Enjoy a photo gallery of rare ani…