Lane Richards is not my real name, nor is my husband named Watson, or my dog Rumsfeld.
All the names in this blog, and associated content on Facebook, have been changed to protect the anonymity of my family and friends.
The way I remember events may not be exactly the same as other’s memories. Memory is always colored by emotion and context. Its chasms are gapped by bridges unconsciously constructed of judgment and interpretation. It is not a reliable arbitrator. But you have my solemn word, this blog is a work of fiction. If anything you read here reminds you of a person or an event take comfort in knowing, I made the whole thing up, it’s not about you.