It was June of 2010, and my parents were looking mighty spiffy.
My mom positively glowed in the wedding dress she’d kept in pristine condition in the attic for fifty years.
My dad looked sharp in the same style of white coat, narrow-lapel tux he’d worn in 1960.
I sang during the cocktail hour with a jazz trio at the big bash party they hosted at the restaurant.
But my real gift to them was the book I made them.

I did a monologue last week, so normally this would be an interview week, but I’m leading a 
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Way back in August of 2015 I received an email in my inbox that made me perk up my ears.
In the last week of last year, after a year of vibrant health, I got slammed with a terrible cold.


