No one would or could work that evening. So I did. They knew they could call me when they had trouble finding someone to take over for the care for those old people sick at... keep reading →
It was a place of pain. That fact was palpable; it knifed into me the moment I entered the house from the garage. My eyes watered a bit from the smoky haze hanging in... keep reading →
Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10) by John Donne Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st... keep reading →