PinnedMelrose 3- five oh eight eightKarla had just turned 42, three nights after Christmas. At a brisk pace, she hurried back home from the corner store in the cold dark…Nov 15, 2020Nov 15, 2020
PinnedA dream of brokennessCharles was a big kid now. Twenty something. Outgrowing successive wheelchairs. Club footed, with God-given neural and cognitive…Jan 16, 2021Jan 16, 2021
There once wasOld Maggie. You lived here, and to this day it stands, guarded by posterity. A testament, at least, to the spring steel backbones of your…Jan 16, 2021Jan 16, 2021
When I wished upon a starThere’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The…Jan 16, 2021Jan 16, 2021
Take me backSo long ago. The steps. The regrets. The loves, the tears and the joy.Jan 16, 2021Jan 16, 2021