It’s Not Okay

The past 10 or so days have proved enormously instructive for me.  They’ve provided the kind of instruction I hear tell of from my parents’ days in Catholic school in the 50s and 60s, when one of the nuns would slap a student or turn from a sweet, soft-spoken angel of a teacher into the fires of hell epitomized, without raising anything but her voice.

Stigma? What Stigma?

Yes, everyone.  It’s me.  Again.  Ruby had to jet off to paradise and I promised her I’d pick up the slack while she was away.  Lucky you.  😉

The title of this post may seem a bit odd, or at least it will after you read on and realize that I am not being facetious or sarcastic with it.