People sometimes want to know what it is like to live on the full-time financial support of others. Isn't there a better way? Grants, say, or the insurance payout from accidental dismemberment? The very idea of raising support gives most people the heebie-jeebies, and when one's son or daughter is contemplating a life of service,... Continue Reading →
I don’t know.
Sometimes "I don't know" is me at my most intelligent. What's the capitol of Uzbekistan? I don't know. Where are my car keys? I don't know. What direction should I go? Where is God? Why? I hate not knowing. I would like to be Lucy with her nickel-a-proverb psychiatric business, always with the answers. But... Continue Reading →
