Back to the Story:

IT’S HOT, I’M TIRED..    Night fell, and we were ready by Burt’s golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helpedContinueContinue reading “Back to the Story:”

Dead Tired

Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain. Where did my optimism run away to hide, Why now this dread that cannot be denied? She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse …and rage. But disease was just below the surface all along,ContinueContinue reading “Dead Tired”