Bossy’s daughter is no stranger to the exam table in her plastic surgeon’s office. And about that? She’s still circling the airport, waiting for more healing before any future revisions.
Imagine working at your computer one December afternoon when your neighbor thunders onto your porch, leans on the doorbell, knocks frantically, and bursts through the door—all at the same moment—while pronouncing that your daughter needs to go to the hospital. Now. Next imagine racing across the front yard in your slippers toward your neighbor’s truck…
Bossy’s Jewish friend Jon baked Christmas cookies small enough for Bossy’s daughter’s sore lips. In his spare time he writes stuff, like the screenplay for Minority Report.