Ninety-four
We said goodbye to Grandma last week. She was 94-years-old. Ninety. Four. Born in 1922. History is not my expertise, but I would doubt...
Ninety-four
It’s Tumor Day.
What a (strange) time to be alive.
Smiling hearts.
My resolution to get smaller.
In other words.
Checking my default settings.
What I think you deserve.
Overhealthiness.