The forgotten Have you ever experienced a time when you felt like your feet were kicked out from under you?…
Ever near During winter, we breathe into the cold air outside and see our own breath. It looks like fog.…
by Frankie Ann Smythe Four people came to the clinic that dayTwo of them walking and two of them growingBut…
The funeral and the will In part 4, I mentioned that we’d be going on a peaceful adventure the week…
Mom’s impact—friends I’m watching my mom walk slowly (and sit sadly) in one of the final phases of her life.…
The fog You were the fog… …the fog in the house. Ever-present, but never there. You took me to school.…
To Sam My precious son, my Sam, so young and yet so wise, I see your dark brown hair and…