In memoriam… the death of a single mother.

Her name was Elena, a kindly but frail older woman in the neighborhood.  She often had a small little boy with her. He was a rowdy one, a screamer, strong-willed, curiously independent and hyper-sensitive. Whenever I would see them together, I thought, what a curious pair, a sweet, kindly fragile grandmother with her rowdy rambunctious grandchild.…

WTF is the point of lying, again?!

Okay, I know it is common place, in our society to tell lies. We justify it with all sorts of logic. 'It's not a lie to just omit 'unnecessary' details', or a little white lie hurts no one. A popular current one is to 'Do it for the gram!', because Instagram and social media is so…