Dad never knew me as a 50 year-old and he'll never know me at 52 and I am good with that not because I like it but because there …
Sit With The Silence
Facebook is a poor way to learn about the deaths of people you know and particularly poor for sharing news of suicide. There is a …
When You Think Of Me I Think Of You
You could call this a post written on nothing more than instinct. Words that flow from a space you can't see inside me but perhaps …
I Need Answers
It was a particularly strange yet normal weekend in which I realized I don't just want answers, I need them. It is not just …