I’m sitting on an airplane, drinking a gin and tonic, contemplating what makes for a healthy relationship.
Happy Saturday, everyone! I hope you’re weekend is off to a great start (mine is off to an early start, but I wouldn’t have it any other way).
Friday was the day of great revelries with costumes, candies, and corpses. The one day of the year when you are allowed to be what you are not.
In the suburbs of Chicago, the words “bonfire,” “camp fire,” and “fire pit” are used interchangeably to describe a fire built in a back yard.
Each summer, I look forward to the “Cottage Reunion”; a weekend gathering of friends.
To the diagnosed person,
I know that I am probably writing to the majority of the U.S.A., but I felt that this letter needed to be written just to you.