Sometime around age eight, I had a series of dreams. For three nights in a row, I dreamt of a van. This van was the large, cargo kind...

Growth. The shedding of old, musty layers to allow a new kind of light in. I’m learning that while in a state of shock, thoughts don’t...

He had missed a couple doses of his medicine recently, partly due to a late script refill and partly because I hadn’t physically watched...

Being new to the blogging world has me wobbling a bit before I stand so please, pardon the dust.  I have a lot to say, a lot to share and...