Thank you infant baby Jesus

There are still pockets of our town without power.  Not so much full pockets as much as slivers of pockets.  Slockets if you will of miserable, cold people who chose to stick it out in their dark homes rather than… Read moreThank you infant baby Jesus

Surviving Sandy

“How are you?” ask caring friends and family.  No one wants to hear that I’m really unhappy that I can’t blow-dry my hair.  Or maybe they do because they’ll think I’m kidding, and therefore I must still have a sense… Read moreSurviving Sandy