A couple of weeks ago, I went to Sam’s Club with my son to do some shopping. Everything went swimmingly until we returned to the parking lot. I reached for my key in my purse, then my pockets. No key. A couple of men passed by, noticing my frenzied look. “The police can get you in,” one of them said. …
2022 couldn’t get here soon enough
Thank heavens it’s 2022 already. These past 12 months have been doozies. Things started to go south for me last spring when an intestinal flareup progressed to a solid round of antibiotics. This wasn’t my first colonoscopy rodeo, as they say. Fasting and a liquid diet is one thing, but the gallon jug of lemon-flavored “prep” is the clincher, especially …