still flying those night flights
This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth,…
Browsing: tears
blessings and curses
My Alzheimer’s story if full of sorrow, joy, love, healing, despair, grief and more. Each…
the day our best wasn’t good enough
November 16, 2012: I took the photograph before nine; I know for sure because Caroline…
night flights to london
On an August night in 2015, as I ate supper on the porch of the…
cracking wide open on the radio
Flashback September 26, 2014: I write and share my experiences to give purpose to this…