It doesn’t quite feel like Easter, but I know it’s coming.

Just sing the song, Mother Hattie Mae.

Me: Got my own mind
I wanna make my own decisions.
When it has to do with my life, my life
I wanna be the one in control.

Corona: Ha.

King Kong ain’t got nothin’ on anxiety.

2019, like my henna tat, is gone. But it’s all good.

Still posing for selfies even with two needles in my chest for plasmapheresis… while wearing a jaunty beret. (taken March 2019)   Last Sunday, Z and I met up with my girl…

Some of the contents of the inside and from the outside of the recently departed fridge.   I’ve had a few days lately that have made me wonder what is up with…

“Sarah Mae Flemming (2nd from left) is joined by Julia E. King and attorneys Lincoln C. Jenkins & Matthew J. Perry.The photograph was taken by John W. Goodwin, a Columbia [S.C.] photographer.”…

Me, on my 3rd birthday, and Jos, 6 months, in 1985.    “A sister is both your mirror – and your opposite.” – Elizabeth Fishel   It’s the sixth year since she…

Getting IVIG through a peripheral IV in my right hand in 2012. (photo, my own)   Just think of this post as a little corollary to Tuesday’s. I realized pretty much as…