What kind of woman buys a wig, anyway?

I mean, the whole wig thing IS a little foreign to most of us. If you’re lucky, a wig is just something you wear to that wild party to sass things up a bit. If you’re faced with chemo and radiation and hair loss, well, that is WAY different. A wig becomes your new 24/7 fashion statement that kicks ass and lets you joyride in spite of it all – with the wind in your wig!

Every morning as I sit at my desk, I get paid a visit by this tiny little bird whose voice is as big as an eagle's. This little guy (or gal – how do you tell?) makes me smile each time he lands on my balcony and his voice gently pulls my attention from whatever work I am doing to *stop*, listen, and contemplate the beauty of nature.

My dad Dean and I had some kinda fun for Father’s Day a few years ago. We flew to Ohio to see a 92-year-old quasi-relative named “Uncle Joe”. He’s been a fixture in our family for the last 50 years, visiting at least once a year from the time I was a baby. Everyone in our family has always called him just “Unk”, and he was quite a stud in his day! He always had an opinion about everything, and was legendary for teaching my brothers and I the “right way” to do everything, from eating bread, to driving, to pronouncing the word “poem”. (See answers below!)