Questionable Caretaker: Day 10-WTF
How do you color the future when your Crayola box is filled with 64 shades of trauma?
I am terrified by the idea of normalcy. My fear is slippery because what is normal anymore?
I talked with my father on the phone yesterday about a funny mix-up that resulted in the landscaping company he and his neighbor both use laying down fresh sod in my parents’ yard instead of Mr. Retired…