A couple of weeks ago, a member of our community died by suicide. His funeral was held last weekend. Last night at my weekly recovery meeting, a member in attendance at the funeral reported, “Boy, it was standing room only in there.” I could think of nothing else for the rest of the meeting. I …
At random intervals, our coworker asks my desk mate and me a question while he waits for the Keurig to brew his double dose of caffeine. “Well ladies,” he booms, “Which Winnie-the-Pooh character are we today?” He is Tigger, always Tigger. He has a Tigger on his desk. My desk mate is also bouncy and …
Being Wendi 