I’m doing my wifey thing. My husband has a broken ankle and I’m taking care of him. That means I’m exhausted. And grumpy. Read more.
One Broken Ankle, and Two Lives Grind to a Halt. Or, Why You Should Definitely Stop and Tie That Loose Shoelace
Three months after my first cataract surgery, things are still fuzzy in my right eye. Unlike most veterans of cataract surgery, I’m not loving my new IOL. Read more.