You know that it's almost bedtime when you just can't read straight. There was an intriguing food ad I found in Pinterest, but I originally thought, "That's a strange way to promote chicken stew."

Unless, of course, you happen to be a skeptical cook.

Nonetheless, I'm not, but when I looked at that caption a writer wrote below the ad, I read that as saying "Fuel your fear....". And after the startled reaction, your writer had to...

A few months ago, my sister Donna was forced to give up her job as General Mgr of a restaurant in northern FL because of health concerns. She is a single woman without means other than her work. It's just her and her corgi, Molly.

She went on part-time, but lost her health insurance benefits. The medical bills quickly consumed her reserves. I know, it's a common story. Though I didn't know it, she was also having problems with her thinking, losing gaps of time. I learned this recently...