Driving
About life, death and healing.
end of life
Petit Filou: 04/04/86 – 10/12/2015
It is a most perfect fall day; blue sky and lovely sun, everything so fresh. My buddy is gone. We
That Mother
I hate being called out. Gordy actually knows this about me and, while that knowledge doesn’t stop him from doing it,
Iron Dog
I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the
Journeys
We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken
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