I climb up the stairwell to the landing. The door is locked.  Another flight up I open the door. Nothing looks familiar. I slowly walk down the long hallway, peering into empty rooms, hoping to for some sense of where I am. My heart is pounding. I am hopelessly lost. Suddenly my eyes pop open….

  Rosie made a surprise visit the week she died. I entered the room and saw her sitting on the floor looking down at a framed photo of me with a microphone in my hand, wearing a white dress and a fierce face. The tiny plastic figure of Rosie the Riveter is one of the…

“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting a breast biopsy?” “Why didn’t you call me when your car wouldn’t start?” “Why don’t you let me help?” One of the best things about growing up one of eight with an alcoholic dad and an overworked mom is that you learn to manage exclusively on your…