A friend of my sister’s died yesterday, from cancer.
And my thoughts go to my own old friend, Al.
We had some great times here, at the beach house. 142 more words
I have to address what people think means “positive.” When you’re in the mezzanine between the world of the healthy and world of the sick, there are soulless predators everywhere trying to stop you from healing, whether they want you to doubt yourself, give up, feel sorry, get angry. 400 more words