Every year around this time, I always think about one of my son's elementary school teachers. I always remember accidentally meeting her at our grocery store back in the 90s, shaking her warm, frail hand, and noticing the row of numbers tattooed on the inside of her arm, near her wrist. ❤ I always wonder… Continue reading Holocaust Memorial Day: I’ll never forget her because it’s impossible to do so.
One-Liner Wednesday — Mine is more like a Wonkavator.
"The only time machine we have in this life is the one we were born in, and it only goes forward." -- Dr. Leanne Rorish, Code Black episode 3, "Pre-Existing Conditions" Personally, mine is more like a Wonka-vator, Doc. (sometimes it feels like I'm going sideways and slant-ways and longways and back-ways and square-ways and… Continue reading One-Liner Wednesday — Mine is more like a Wonkavator.
Manuscript. Head. Drawer. 