But I can’t remember why I came to the kitchen — I go to one room to get something, I arrive, no idea why I am there, go back to the other room, remember, go back to get the something I forgot in the other room, I arrive and again no idea why I am there. …

Starting over in a new country —

She confirmed it at the mall at Christmas —

Don’t listen to the garbage — It’s pretty easy and historically done to blame the party of the current Administration for inflation. But it ain’t that simple. In fact, that’s probably why the current Administration’s party gets blamed; your everyday John and Jane don’t understand but it’s gotta be somebody’s fault! I trained as an economist…

Tee hee! I’ve made the second round of The Memoirist story contest — I shouldn’t be goofing around. My story is actually kinda on the serious side. Bittersweet. Yes, there are bits of ha-ha and all that. That is simply my God-given nature — to see the quirky and funny. But not too much. …

My friend, Marsha, has been having blood transfusions since she was six months old.

And you can’t get blood from a stone — My friend Marsha calls a special number at the hospital every three weeks to listen to the outgoing message. The outgoing message changes every day. If she hears her code, DM55, then she knows they have her blood available and she can go in for her transfusion. They don’t always…

I now have respect for the Olympic sport more mocked than the Luge

Go, Amy, go! —