Monthly Archives: October 2011

When I was a boy, maybe 8 or 9 or 10 or so, I came home from school one day and headed right to the typewriter. Hopped up on the chair and curled my feet under me so I could … Continue reading →

When death got personal, I couldn’t turn away the questions. Where are you, mom? Can you hear me? Can you speak to me? How are you doing? I ask the questions often, while going about my daily life. Sometimes I’ll … Continue reading →