climbing out of the swamp

What did you tell people that you wanted to be when you “grow up”? For me, it was a doctor. Briefly, a tap dancer on Broadway topped the list, and later a forensic scientist, but quite consistently through the years my answer to that question was a doctor. A pediatrician, to be exact. I heldRead more

my wish for you 

It feels like a lifetime ago that we were spending a spring night, not much different than this, laughing until our stomaches ached and our eyes glistened with the type of tears only formed by that same laughter – those deep belly laughs, seeping with familiarity and tinted with the sad realization these days wereRead more