Forget to Forgive
Over the last twelve months I’ve stayed in semi-close contact with a few of my mom’s friends. One of which I’ve known since I was a little boy. She’s always been a colorful character and is safely deemed Mom’s best friend. She also has a relationship with my sister, and out of the blue, Sherrie, the bestie, sent me a …
Emotional Housekeeping
Last night the Russian hosted a casual dinner party, bringing together myself, Larrymore and our Straights. Jokes, one broken glass [this one not my fault] and an amazing dinner. But I still slipped out early. I wasn’t feeling great, the wine was helping, but I couldn’t shake an ick hovering over me. Once home I drank water only, which should …