Laughter as Medicine

Laughter as Medicine
My 2-year-old grandson runs back toward the fence that shields him from entering a dark, muddy pond. I am sure there are water monsters that live deep in that 3-foot shallow, but ever-so murky, pond. They lie in wait beneath the scum and the sludge and the slime and all the other stuff that starts with “s” and floats on ... read more
Source: Parkinson’s News Today (Columns)Published on 2019-07-10By Sherri Woodbridge