Goodbye concentrator, farewell rollator
I’ve been humming this to “Goodbye Picadilly, Farewell Leicester Square, the chorus of “It’s a long way to Tipperary,” a World War I marching song that my grandmother used to…
Read moreThree Cheers for Rollators, Oxygen Concentrators, the Internet, and Friends
Twelve hours was all it took for my cat, Mittens, to discover how much she loved being rolled from room to room on my rollator, her new favorite perch. Apart…
Read moreThe Anti-Aristocratic Thanksgiving Meal
Here I am with my annual reminder about how unusual American Thanksgiving is as a national meal. As nations were created from the eighteenth century on, all kinds of readily…
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