Dears, I’ve had a wound on my chin since my father died two-and-a-half years ago. I’ve had one in my heart, too, as to be expected, but the chin issue was perplexing. The problem developed the day before Beau’s funeral when I went to a nail salon to get beautified before the service. But the story actually begins…

Dears, David has mentioned, more than once, that it appears we are living on Tatooine. You know, the double-sunned desert planet from Star Wars. His observation has created a Star Wars Renaissance in our household. We have rented, and re-watched two of the films. We’ve also purchased two Star Wars’ Lego sets, which caught the…

Dears, The sun has set on our time at the Royal Ramee apartment hotel. (Photo is the view from our window last night.) We’ve been in this one-bedroom flat for three weeks. I think there have only been two incidents of yelling and crying. Both of which took place at 6:55 a.m. in the throes…