“You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die. Or when. But, you can decide how you’re going to live now.” ~ Joan Baez There will come a time when we will run out of time. Just ask my elderly neighbor Jackie what she would rather be doing instead of sitting in her wheelchair […]
Archives for August 2018
When You Whisper My Name {Poetry}
where I look first, when I walk in, is the couch, where so often, I straddle you, you, watching the game, or sleeping, you, with your head leaning back, I pounce, like a cat, a purring cat, to distract, your very being, your resolve to watch the final inning, or listen to it at least, […]