“Crap!,” I screamed as I banged my leg against the sharp cabinet corner. After glaring at the eponymous cabinet in the living room, I assessed the damage on my left thigh, which was now in the bathroom with the rest
Liz is my physical therapist and I have her on speed dial; we catch up with each other over an injury at least once a year. She’s met my friends and knows my cats’ names. This (very good) relationship is
My phone died this morning. Kaput. Chirping out the arrival of a text one minute and completely unresponsive the next. I don’t believe that God killed my phone to teach me a lesson about being less dependent on my phone.