When my precise – he died eight months to the day after his cancer was diagnosed – and extraordinary father…Read More
Fret For Hire
I worry. A lot. So now I'm writing about what I know...
I’ve always been a worrier.
I worry that I sound so very neurotic that you are about to click far, far away from this site. And I think you worry too. Maybe not as much as I do – I realize that few do — but hopefully enough so that these words of worry sound like music to your fretful soul and thus you will read on, dear reader, read on.