
grief
No One Laughs at God
That September morning, a boy awoke excited. He was about to become a teenager. He was the eldest of his generation in the family, and
That September morning, a boy awoke excited. He was about to become a teenager. He was the eldest of his generation in the family, and
Let’s see…which ultimate demise shall I choose — “by one’s own hand” or “eff-ing cancer”? I’m talking about my options for Time Warp Tuesday, the
This weekend we four suited up for a cause. We participated in the Second Wind Fund Walk/Run/Ride to benefit suicide prevention. We ralked (wan?) in