Being There – A Love Letter to Wyeth

My boy Wyeth had some extensive surgery recently for a badly torn knee. I had taken a few days off of work so I could be with him. He’s the youngest of my three kids, and was born right about the time his father and I were ending our 17 year old marriage. Baby Wyeth […]

Armpit Love

Armpits. My daughter used to call them armpots when she was a wee lass. I have mixed feelings about mine. I have a tumor in my right armpit, so where I once felt pretty carefree about my armpits as long as they were clean smelling and freshly shaven, I now know they harbor many lymph […]