There’s no place like Las Vegas. It’s glitzy, and plastic, and neon, and fun. We went to Vegas for New Year’s in 2013 to celebrate my bonus son’s 21st birthday (“bonus son” = stepson, with a more positive connotation; it means I’m “bonus mom”). It…
This little memoir is dedicated to everyone who loved my brother Steve, and has the same bigger-but-now-broken heart because of his presence in your life.
A hot 3 July days in Vegas fulfilling a long-time birthday wish of a deserving octogenarian (my mother-in-law, Riki), inspired 3 haiku and pictures, lots of pictures.
