Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

Folks have said this...write your story. Publish your poems. Leave the words that have defined your life. And I don't know how. Cancer i...

 "Uh, Barb? Could you feel along my windpipe?" PLEASE, say you don't feel anything . "Sure." Eyes squinted, concentr...

Barb says it's the screams that wake her up. For some reason, around midnight, the ordeal is set worse. Perhaps my body relaxes, and a t...

 I knew things would get fragile. I just didn't want to admit it, but those days are here. Sleep is rare, and breathing is hard, with an...

 So many people are saying Good Riddance to 2020. But it was just a year; a year that taught us something about ourselves. Something we mayb...