The Dying Day Doesn’t Belong to Me
This Isn’t the End; I Think I’m Getting Stronger When I’m Weak Enough; The Dying Day Doesn’t Belong to Me; When I Reach for Something I’m Not Holding On to Anything; Sacrifice
Still Life in Photos
Her most cherished album of all, and her most cherished memories, were of her trip to Italy when she was in her twenties. It was the trip of her life. She had to live at home for two years saving money for it.
The Feelings That We All Shared
HEARING THINGS? SENSING SOMETHING THAT HAS YET TO COME?
The Escape
At night, my daughter whispers of her friends’ vacations to Portugal, Iceland, Barbados.
“How about…Canada?” I whisper back.
I’m still unemployed.
“How about high tea, a ferry ride, just you and me?”