It’s early Sunday morning. The sun is bright. The wind is brisk. It’s a sweater day — even if you’re … Continue reading we choose.

Living a life, between…

For months, I’ve been preoccupied with an odd, sad emotion. It seems everywhere I turn, people judge others. Winners or … Continue reading Living a life, between…

“I’m here. Please meet me where I am.”

My son asked me to help with the Orting Valley Fire & Rescue annual food drive. The instructions were simple … Continue reading “I’m here. Please meet me where I am.”

I sit alone. I wonder if my family will visit me soon… or not. Twilight is here… on another day, … Continue reading 25 years from now.