Chris Erskine: Fluent in love languages
by Chris Erskine, Los Angeles Times
May 22, 2018
3 minutes
I rub my hands across my face, hoping to squeeze out some of the tension. Pat it like pizza dough. Rub it like a baby's rump.
I fear I am aging even faster than normal. I don't have as much silver in my hair as my pal Segal, but my heart is now gray as a cat. It also leaks a little late at night.
Yet, we made it through Mother's Day, our first since the accident. It's already a
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