I've been with my parents this week, hanging about while my mom recuperates from shoulder surgery. She had a fall, getting up from a chair too quickly after her foot fell asleep.
Today, the Beneficent Mr. Hall called and said my copy of Modern Senior Living came in the mail. That meant my column would be available online. It's a piece about me taking a spill or two while on a canoe. It's called "Pride Goeth Before the Fall(s)".
Isn't irony funny?
(P.S. Um, my mom's not exactly laughing yet. But I'm sure in a week or maybe six years from now, she'll find getting her ball and socket joint replaced a real hoot.)
