A nosedive at 30,000 feet was the last thing I expected.

I always relish the alone time when I'm flying.  I lose myself in magazines and movies and random converations with strangers.  I enjoy the smell of peanuts, the safety demonstration, even the sound of the seat belt sign. &nbs… Read full post »

 Two weeks before my father died he made a last request:  Beer.  It caught me by surprise; I had been busy preparing his nightly dose of crushed meds in applesauce. 

"What did you say, dad?" I said, while gently shoving trazadone/klonopin/ativan/ laced applesauce into one corner o… Read full post »