There is a sacred place, where the time is soft and the lights are feeble. The pain ticks like a clock, and hunger vanishes.
There is a wet place, an infinite waiting room. 131 more words
It is a beautiful afternoon in western New York; it’s one of those wonderful days that make me want to stay there forever, to say, ‘Oh,hang the snow in February. 1,107 more words
I was discussing my blog with friends at the weekend and trying to think of all of the topics I wanted to blog about. As we were discussing birth stories (I will blog about this at some point) and hospital experiences, the following topic seemed appropriate to blog about next. 399 more words