I feel like punching them drug-dealing m—rs in the throat. Nobody expects a left hook from a little old lady.
I am infrequently knocked off my pins, but I was yesterday. Late morning brought a text that sent me to my knees: “My dad died today.” I met the sender of that text the same day I met her father. I was struggling. I had cancer that had been ignored and allowed to percolate. I was […]