It is the easiest thing to write about; it’s the hardest thing to write about.

That’s what I believe now once I write about Mom. The foolish; the unhappy.

On July 7, she was given two months to dwell, due to stage 4 colon most cancers.

More than three months have handed now, however she has not handed.

She is absolutely no worse off than on July 7.

Apparently, she hopes to give me far more to write about.

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The first newspaper column I ever wrote was within the mid-Eighties for the University of Southern Indiana’s school paper, The Shield. The subject was baldness — sadly, my very own baldness — sadly, I used to be 21. I nonetheless keep in mind the headline: “Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow.”