September 27, 2015 (this is part one in three-part story; parts two and three of this story are here, and here respectively): Some days contain bits and pieces of quirky joy. Today, Mom’s 87th birthday is one of them. She’s sleeping lightly when I arrive at the facility. “Hello,” I say as she opens her eyes. … Continue reading it’s better to be queer on your deer than funny on your bunny on your birthday