We meet once a month on Frankfort Avenue for Janie Day. My late friend Jane’s brother, some of her friends, and I meet for lunch in memory of her, always on Frankfort Avenue, because it’s packed with interesting places. Lots of doors to photograph. These…
After Mom had her stroke, she did therapy. She had retired from a management position and had taken courses in motivation. She was also a natural-born cynic. So she used to snort dismissively when she accomplished a simple task and her therapist crowed, “Good job!”…
This week, Charlie was sick. So this week I made the kind of chicken and dumplings he likes: brothy instead of thick. I still didn’t have any real chicken, so I used canned. Charlie was okay with it, but I wasn’t impressed. I made actual…
