My Suzanne Westenhoefer Moment

My uncle died at the end of August. He wasn’t the first. My mom had three siblings who never made it out of infancy. Three others – my Uncle Rodney, my Uncle Jerry and my Aunt Sue – died before I was born. When I was in junior high, my Aunt Annie died of cancer….

I’m not dead. That’s the good news or bad news, depending on your like or dislike of me and how much you wish that I would be purged from the Earth for your own personal sanity. I may, however, have suffered slight brain death from writing far too much craptastic money-making nonsense, instead of my…