I pulled my orange Subaru into a strip mall the other day, only to find there were no parking spaces to be had anywhere. Call ...
No one listens to me. Even though they should. I’ve been around long enough to remember ashtrays in hospitals. I know stuff. A lot of stuff. Which I’m happy to share with others. But, still — ...
"Linda? That's my aunt's name!" I probably wasn't even out of my teens before I'd lost count of the number of times a cute boy said this to me. "You have an old name because you had old parents," my ...