I'm a retiree in his seventies. That may not be significant to many, since there is a bunch of us Baby Boomers around. However, in the year 2,000, when I received a diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma, I expected to be dead in three to five years.
My mind is whirring with a lot of unpleasantness. Perhaps yours is, too. There’s a lot of ugliness going on around us, no matter where we live or who we are. By evading words maybe I can sooth some souls.