Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

Facing pain and more pain, and deterioration unto death, one might be the slightest bit tempted to say, "This is unfair! I had a LIFE!...

This post is late, and will be short; two nights ago, it was an ordeal. Pain that left me screaming loud enough, said Barb, to wake the dead...

The past 96 or so hours (as I write this, and I've lost track) have been the worst yet, and this will be short. I don't want to miss...

Not up to writing much, physically it's like the go-kart of my life is headed down Death Mountain with no brakes. Kind of a cool ride,...

Andrew is too ill to write, but this is his truth.

Fear. That stark, staring dread that grabs you by the throat and chokes the breath out of you, that loosens your guts and sends them churn...

These posts are getting harder to write, because I have to face - and find a way to share - some things that are physically and spiritually ...