Yes, it means ALL things

The soles of my shoes threaten to melt into the concrete. It’s hot, oppressively hot. The heat index was 112 last week. The south is almost inhabitable this month, especially for someone with a disease whose symptoms are worsened by heat. Lamentations 3:56,...
I was a little confused

I was a little confused

I froze. Pulled pork laden with Carolina sauce dangled from the fork nearly touching my lower  lip. Five pairs of eyes looked expectantly at me from across the table. My own eyes widened, a decidedly difficult task for someone with droopy eyelids from myasthenia...