“You’re a healthy woman!” chirps my GP, her slim young hand on my shoulder. My internal wolf wants to bite that hand but just in time I remember I’d rather not lose another tooth.
I shipped Thyroid Resurrection: from dead to dynamic — without drugs! out to the wilds of Missouri yesterday. Postage cost $6.37. Although it’s only hundred-some pages. Serves the reader right […]
I thought my divorce had gotten rid of the ambulance chaser in my life—until Sunday night. Lord Tyee has improved his road manners so much that I believed, on that […]
Somehow cougars slunk into my sleep last night, perhaps because I was told yesterday that a cougar had been spotted in a yard half a block away. Yes, it’s true: […]