by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
My friend Ella is growing old. Heck, she is old. 87 years old if she’s to be believed, although Ella has been known to fudge things a bit. She told me recently that the worst thing about growing older was having to wait. “I just can’t do anything when I want to do it, Freida. At the retirement home I wait until someone’s