I was totally lost in the repetition of matching the paint roller's rhythmic thumps to James Brown's grunts as I applied a second coat of Sapphire Berry paint to the nursery walls. As I moved under the eave, I noticed a new sound. At first, I assumed it must be…
Choices
Choosing a casa challenges my chemo compromised cranium's collective capacity for compromise.
The Housing Quest
As all the pending items standing between us and the sale of our condo are slowly resolving, Rocco is increasingly freaking the fuck out. Poor bastard. I'm the first to admit I place very high expectations on my loved ones. I'm always cajoling them into doing things they don't want…