This Disappearing Act is Getting So Old!

Hi World, I haven’t disappeared. You know how you experience things and you can’t wait to share them-whether on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, or in person, even (now there’s a novel idea), but then it doesn’t happen?  That happens to me. I don’t know why. Sometimes I can’t wait to tell you about something but I…

Rules for the ICU

It’s cold:  Bring a parka for sleeping. Hoard blankets. It’s uncomfortable: It’s uncomfortable to see her uncovered, wearing a thin hospital gown, in a room with a temperature of roughly 60 degrees, while you huddle in your parka and a heated blanket the nurse gave you. They need to get her temperature down. You can’t…

Butter Files: I smell dead things

I must have been  11 or 12-years-old when my father was summoned to the hill  by the uncles.  Old Bob had gone into the woods and never come out. They put together a search party to find the body. Maybe  it was just their pessimistic yankee natures or maybe I was shielded from  the facts of the situation,…

All hail the well adjusted…

He reeked of a pleasant childhood. Of teeth brushed twice a day, annual physicals, and 10 hours of sleep each night. Of baloney and mayo sandwiches with the crusts cut off and a bag of Lays chips on the side.  Of ironed jeans, oxford shirts and Sunday trips to Grandma’s. Of little league uniforms and…