Dear Mom…

People grow up. They choose to be “adult”. Too many stop playing. It’s sad. Everyone should own some toys. And not all of them should be sexual.

I saw Aunt Mary on Sunday. I sat on the edge of her bed in the nursing home, next to the wheelchair she has to ride in, despite the fact she can hold up her own feet when someone is pushing it. Half the time, her head was bent down against her chest, her eyes…