June 29, 1954…wow!…It is  morning and the sun shines on another day. Here we go again…walking into the day with risks of glitches and...

The morning was especially cold, and the sky was the perfect gray hue to match the bare trees. I haven’t heard the owl in many days but,...

"Grandma, I'm tired. So tired of this life..." "Take your tiredness, my child, and wrap it around yourself. Like a blanket in the cold...