…and back to Monrovia. My first blog posts (#1 and #2) were born in this country on the West Coast of Africa, over a dozen years ago. This time, in 2023, I was not looking forward to traveling to Monrovia. I’d just reunited with Ramon and I was not all...
Check out poker-faced Gene Culver, pocket comb securely in place, ready to rock somebody’s world. If you were playing for real money and you saw this across the table from you… well, probably best to just hand him your wallet and be done with it. Friday...
Or, What’s not to love about this suburban corner of Missouri? I feel stuck here. As if I didn’t choose to be here to take care of my father, as if I don’t choose it again day after day. But there’s a noisy part of me that questions that choice...
My last post recapped Dad’s rough first month in Assisted Living. All kinds of ups, downs and sideways lurches since then leave me reporting… about the same. And I’m whiny and exhausted myself. My sister and brother are back in Alaska for a break,...
My dad is bedrock. Despite my parents’ divorce, despite long and growing distances, despite my not liking golf, insurance, or jazz music – I’ve never had a minute’s doubt about Dad. He’s there. Until the rock becomes 93 years old and...
I’m running a bit.. behind in my blog posting. Like three months behind! I meant to post this back in September, to follow up with more Fascinating French-landia for all you Franco-Philes out there! But best intentions yada yada yada… Anyway, anticipation...
