The Tassel Spent. Like an old ragged dish cloth bleached and dried until the edges… Read the postThe Tassel
Weaving my arm through the shoulder strap of my camera bag, I hugged it close,… Read the postWaiting for Wild Horses
I did not hear the sudden massive crack as much as I felt its vibrations… Read the postCutting Down the Family Tree
Not all memory loss is a result of aging. Regardless of the reason, memory loss… Read the postThe descent into hell.
Let me preface this post with a disclaimer right from the start, I am very… Read the post“But at least you have each other,” and other mythical thoughts…
The stress of unshed tears, the pressure that builds in your head, the anxiety that… Read the postA boy and his birthday
