Parents

Out and about at lunch today with one of my associates, she asked me if I miss my parents. Second anniversary of her father's death is Saturday and she is already feeling the oppressive sadness processing her ongoing grief. At work, in most of my face-to-face life, I rarely think about much less mention my…

The hopelessly un-cool parental unit

Over the weekend I received an email from a good friend. While she lives locally and is definitely close enough to meet for coffee, we only do so about once or twice a month. She works swing shift, weekends, and holidays which makes scheduling an absolute priority for getting together. So we chat on the…