Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

This post might have been about another trip to the edge, an out-of-body experience, and hours of the shakes, from just this Monday. Belle a...

This was originally intended to be quite a different post (pertaining to the lovely evening picture above, which Barb took from our front do...

One of the most frequently asked questions about terminal cancer is... what does it FEEL like, knowing that you're under a death sentenc...

I used to think of myself as a warrior, and of cancer as the enemy. Didn't realize I could be that dumb. No, cancer's not pleasant (...

Barb, bless her little cotton socks, is hard at work transforming parts of the yard...making safe footing for me, so I can walk the dogs. Be...

Past the sorrow of losing my service dog, Ladron, past the rapidly increasing infirmity of cancer (Barb needed to replace a ceiling fan, and...

 Snow melts from the temple eaves, and the first tears of spring fall to the stones. RIP Ladron, my PTSD service dog. August 2008-July 12, 2...