Two Single Women

Two Single Women

Two single women with too much hair, two generations, locked in a tiny house with one barking dog, one virus and no vaccine. A scriptwriter would never write the movie of our life, mine and Meg’s, my twenty-one-year-old daughter, even though it has the set-up and...
What Can Anyone Say?

What Can Anyone Say?

I mean honestly you guys, what can anyone say these days? I don’t want to talk about Covid. I’m sick of Covid. But when I opened my email to write about my dog Peanut and his escapades on our flight to California (more on that in a minute), my daughter the ICU nurse,...