ow ow ow & mom’s dying of thirst: august 3, 2016

“Hello Punkie,” Mom greeted me using my nickname before I had chance to say hello. This was out of the ordinary. Usually, I didn’t say anything when I first arrived, to give her a chance to process, and then I would say “Hi Mom,” or “Hi Patti,” to initiate a conversation. This time she beat … Continue reading ow ow ow & mom’s dying of thirst: august 3, 2016