About life, death and healing.
It is a most perfect fall day; blue sky and lovely sun, everything so fresh. My buddy is gone. We
I hate being called out. Gordy actually knows this about me and, while that knowledge doesn’t stop him from doing it,
I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the
We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken