Today is new As a child’s first step (Fragment of a poem I wrote in 2004 that has been hiding in my green tub since then.) How about this one: Henry keeps saying to his wife, “I just want to go on our camping trip to Yellowstone.” Hour after hour he...
Dying. If you are anything like me, thinking about it seems really strange and can bring up fear and anger. Wow! Is it ever nice to breathe and wake up each morning and have a new day. What will it be like not to breathe? I dunno… What will it be like...
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