Death is inhumane.
Death is inhumane. By its very nature. Slowly unfettering all ties. Loosening all controls…
Crazy Faith
Despite everything going on in my father's life when we were young, he took us to church every Sunday we were with him. Despite our complaints and childish whining…
My father is dying.
My father is dying and yesterday I stood for 15 minutes in the aisle of the Hobby Lobby frozen, staring blankly at leather tooling supplies, flooded in memories from his time at Norristown State Hospital.