Staggering and Wobbling with Dignity and Grace. Or Not.

So I stagger and wobble and run into door jambs. The door jamb part really isn't in the same category as the other two, because staggering and wobbling are relatively new, but I've been door-challenged all my life. Once when I was eight, visiting my Aunt Laura and Uncle Joe, the phone rang and I … Continue reading Staggering and Wobbling with Dignity and Grace. Or Not.