HOME SWEET HOME “Here it is!” I said. This had become a regular routine, searching for my mom’s missing mouthguard that kept her from grinding her teeth at night. “It can’t have just walked away!” she would insist while getting ready for bed. “Goddamn it D-D, help me...

GLOW WITH THE FLOW Around 2005, my mother went into a deep depression. She couldn’t remember how to fry an egg. She couldn’t remember how to get to her doctor’s. More than once, she couldn’t remember to open her garage door before backing her car out of the garage....

SWITCHING TRACKSLet the sun shine I have a new favorite thing. Monday luncheon. When energy and schedule allow, I head to Mercer Island for lunch with the ladies. We don’t drink or indulge in recently-legalized treats, but we do abandon reason, step through the...