Always Something It’s always something.  Today, I’m angry with the air.  I resent that it refuses to flow freely into my mother’s lungs, bathing them with replenishment and energy.   Today, I’m angry with the designers of handicap access ramps, who, in their interest in minimizing pitch, create a distance demand that requires extraordinary effort on Mom’s […]
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