There are days when I despair for the future of the generations that will come after me. To be clear, though, today isn't one of them. This morning, I was gifted a photograph of 98-year-old Auntie Pat, sitting with my three-month-old niece on her lap. The joy in Pat's face, and the equanimity with which… Continue reading Pee Po Belly Bum…Drawers?
