Sinuses, the one thing I regret inheriting from my dad, causes a migraine, the one thing I regret inheriting from my Mom. I inherit so many great things from them, though. Cobbled together OTC remedy thanks to the pricey standard airport shop. The ONE time I don’t bring my Imitrex, natch. I’m all tense and… Continue reading 712 to Midway
SB, I know you’ve been with me lately. I can feel you on more than just the wind. In my mind’s eye, I saw us dancing to Mancini the other day. Send a little love my way, indeed. I always loved the way you used to do your “Motown Dancing.” Odd little nods everywhere. Songs,… Continue reading In Threes, Indeed (another letter to Kevin)
Surf’s Up, The Beach Boys, Surf’s Up Back in the days before music was easy (and free) to obtain, if you damaged your copy of an album, you pretty much lost your ability to hear that music until you obtained a copy again. Both Kevin and I grew up listening to The Beach Boys. However,… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.5: The child is father of the man
