Dementia has no fashion sense — I lost it the second I spotted her, perched on the edge of her bed. I was laughing so hard I could barely talk. My hysterics prompted her to mimic me. When I finally composed myself, she stopped laughing too. …

Hi my Facebook followers! I’m live with terrible news. I know I posted that I was headed to an outdoor fall festival featuring mead, apple cider, foliage, crafters, and so many pumpkins. …

The store manager led their young protege through her first foray at ringing up items, 12 or less, please. — The sign said 12 items or less, and the line seemed a logical place to queue for quick passage. Ah, how naive we were. You fell in behind me, holding only graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars. Our time in proximity should have been short, simple even. But the universe…

With the support of strangers who became friends — Editor’s Note: This is the first in a series of stories highlighting just a few members of the global network, Cardiac Athletes. (© Cardiac Athletes 2020 |All Right Reserved) Three runners/cyclists are included in this article. Their stories contain some descriptions of their cardiac event. …

And offer a range of sizes, too — For weeks, I considered running a local four mile race. I wasn’t ready to sign up way in advance because I absolutely loathe running in the heat and humidity. Summer Running Sucks Should you even be running in the heat?medium.com It was a night race though, so I kept hoping it might be doable for me. As the date got closer…

That’s not crying, it’s the sound of the ocean — 5:38 am: Awake with the morning sun because your quaint cottage’s gauzy white curtains do not block light. Walk stealthily to the bathroom, so as not to disturb your sleeping family in this 650 square foot rental. …

The relatives hated the ocean decor too — I know there is a “secret” family text group discussing our commitment to authentic barn interiors, and its supposed health code violations. I don’t appreciate it. What I do appreciate is hand-hewn siding doors between rooms. I appreciate a bespoke rooster weathervane atop our roof. I appreciate exposed rafters, and…

That’s All I Ask — My beloved child, in the very distant future, I will die. By distant future, I mean relatively soon if you consider the timeline of the Earth’s continuum. If I had to put a number on it, I’d guess in like 28 years. …

Ask if anyone is going to 4 o’clock mass, and wink because you really mean you’re going to the pub. — Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. 7:50 am: Put on your green Red Sox hat backwards, so the shamrock is in front. 8:45 am: Refer to Ireland as the auld sod in a text. 9:00…