Category: story

  • It’s hot. It’s damn hot.

    So, I’m in California. Palm Springs area… Rancho Mirage to be exact. It’s hot. It’s 106. That’s too hot. It’s okay because I’m hanging with one of my best gal-pals, my Mom. Today we met with a specialist. Tomorrow I’ll take Mom into the hospital for a small procedure. Medicine is a tricky thing. If…

  • He’s pointing!!

    Okay, so we saw pointing a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t DIRECTED… it was just a thing we sometimes did with our index finger. Sometimes. NOW, however, he is pointing and it means… take me there, or I want to see that, or “could you give me your pizza?” I love it. This last…