Pity Party Patter
We've been checking in with one another fairly regularly, my pity party partners and I. Maybe it's the time of year, fresh with the scent of the first days of school. Our daughters and our friends' daughters and our grand-daughters are all headed out the door with new backpacks and freshly straightened hair while we sit back and nurse our wounds. It was good to be young and carefree. It was good not to worry about bullets or cancer. There are legs which won't cross and binders which cannot be removed and there's that radiation rash that makes any movement at all an issue to consider wisely. We are get-up-and-go girls when we're not being ravaged by disease or disability. Finding our energy sapped, our nerves fraying, we're living embodiments of the fact that it has, in fact, got-up-and-went. Not every day, of course. We have our moments on the tennis court or at the Convention Center or walking the hallways in the mall. There are times whe...