I am the World Champion at talking when I should have been listening. More than thirty years ago, I had a dear friend in Nursing School who was valiantly struggling with morbidly obesity serious enough to interfere with ambulation and other life activities, not to mention the psychic and social pain she dealt with daily. Working Continue reading
I wrote this in response to Trish’s post yesterday on Ten Years a Single on Mom about crying about a broken washing machine. I’ve done worse.
Here’s the whole sorry story. Daddy had died after sudden illness days before. I was a mess, but making a great effort to keep my emotions in check, knowing my mother was in Continue reading