I found a bottle of teriyaki sauce on the top shelf of my fridge today. I didn’t even know I had teriyaki sauce—now there’s a bottle of it sitting here on my desk. While perusing the label, I found the expiry date: 2001.
This bottle is older than two of my kids. It’s older than my last house. Continue reading
One week ago, I started walking like Quasimodo. I couldn’t stand up straight, couldn’t bend over properly and couldn’t lift my right leg. I had a massive muscle spasm where my leg attaches to the hip. Here’s what I learned during this long, long week….
1. Some injuries just sound…stupid. I’d wrecked myself while cleaning under the beds. That’s right—I’d developed an SDI (a Severe Dusting Injury). Continue reading
Have you seen the movie Driving Miss Daisy? It’s about an 80-year-old woman who should probably hand over her car keys, yet really doesn’t want to give up the feeling of independence that comes from driving her Hudson Commodore sedan into a ditch. Backwards.
Her son—afraid that his mother’s car is going to turn into a 4,000 pound steel coffin Continue reading