The nurse flung open the curtain. She introduced herself (I don’t remember her name) and then quickly ducked her head back out into the hallway to hack up a lung. She reminded me a bit of The Albino from The Princess Bride. This exact, iconic moment:
If you haven’t seen this movie, shame on you. Watch it. Be enlightened. Thank me later.
Once she settled her respiratory business, she made her way over to the side of my hospital bed. I couldn’t help but notice her long, gray hair tangled around her shoulders was in much need of a deep conditioning. Focus, Libby.Continue reading →
My mother-in-law is a saint. That really is the best way to describe her. The woman raised five of the most wonderful and ornery (like, really ornery) men I know, four of whom have married incredibly independent and opinionated (like, … Continue reading →
I had to agree to a verbal NDA before my dad would share Winnie’s Caramel Corn recipe with me. Winifred (Winnie) is my great-great-aunt on my dad’s side. She and Uncle Dorman Hundling owned the Capitol Theatre (movies) in Newton, … Continue reading →