We all have a plane crash.The one that took our motheror a limb, a husband,solace, orsanity.What is yours?What plaguesyou? Wakes you upin the middleof a dry meetingin a cold roomand you sweat so suddenly, andremember justhow lonelyyou are.What? Is it the rainy picnicthe one that’s fun,nonetheless,until the potato saladspills, it was hisfavorite and it’s nowall over... Continue Reading →