The Trauma of Everyday Life

I didn't know it at the time, but the last time I blogged (December 30, 2017) turned out to be the last day of my mother's life. She was only 52 years old. The same age my father was when he passed away a little over two years ago. Strange, huh? They say that death … Continue reading The Trauma of Everyday Life

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Boiling Over

After five months, more appointments than I can recall at the moment, and a sizable medical credit card balance later, my mouth is finally all caught up on dental work. I can’t stop smiling even though I can’t really tell if I’m smiling since I still have no sensation in half of my face. I […]