The Mom Switch

I rounded the corner from the elevator and scanned the small room. Why do all little old ladies seem to look alike? I thought. Then I heard my brother say, “There she is! Hi mom! “ I followed his eyes, his wide grin as he moved towards the corner of the little room....

My Other Life

*****Guest blogger and big brother Bob Gulian agreed to help me out this week. He’s been doing that (helping me out ) for many, many years. If you read the last blog about my six week stay in a nuthouse, I failed to mention that this guy drove through midtown...

Happy Mother At Last Day

I heard the text ringing through as I was at work on Sunday. I could see it was from Bob, my brother and that there was a picture attached. I quickly opened it and smiled. There was my mom, obviously outside with Bob on a beautiful spring day, and clenched in her hand...