Adventurer • Smart aleck • Listener • Expert foot rubbist
In early 2018 I got sick. The crushing stress of finding my wife dead in our bedroom caught up with me. I had the flu for six months. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t sleep. I barely had the energy to make it to the coffee machine, let alone do anything productive
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My little round table perches in the center of a coffee shop. People flow around me while I write. Overhead,[…]
Read moreMorning sun streamed in the coffee shop windows in such contrast to the dark conversation. My friend leaned on the[…]
Read moreShe hung blue silk butterflies on the valances. Below the chandeliers, fluffy, pink and white birds hung among diamonds and[…]
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