Advice from a small town girl

I just got back from a short stay in my home town.

I’m pretty sure I should have stayed longer, but I ran away. I usually do.

My dad fell last week, and the results weren’t particularly pretty.

When I arrived at his house Saturday afternoon, he was asleep on his bed. That was enough to alarm me. My dad has always been a pretty good napper (wherever he happens to be – on the porch or at the table) but if he’s in bed in the middle of the day, you know it’s serious.

After he woke, he made his way out to the kitchen, which is where I got my first view of the mess. Both of his arms were covered in...