Chin up, chest out, shoulders back and G.R.I.N.D.
They may have taken invaluable things from me, but not the memories I still keep dear to my heart.
1 day, 3 hours
Whistle and Blaster
No need to bother the weary flight attendant to heat up William’s on-board snack. A warmish 98.6 degrees will be fine.
After a couple hours in the armpit… 33 more words
1 week, 6 days
I thought the phone call was to review a wrong and give comfort, to share another moment in a long friendship with ups and downs, but mostly love and commitment. 24 more words
The art of dying — part 1
What an upbeat and practical way to look at death in the future. (Click on the link above.) 103 more words
1 month, 1 week
I admit that I’m not as intrepid as I’d like to be. But a whole lot of friends put out some money, so I pledged to put as much of my body as possible into the Potomac River Saturday morning at 10:30 am. 385 more words