Danith and I have known each other for over thirty years, but we are in possession of only one photograph of us together in our much younger years. In it, I am still in high school. We are fishing from a pier at night, sitting on a concrete wall, either of us grasping a rod,Continue reading “Finding Our Way”
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My First Forty Years
Even well into my adulthood, I did not understand parents who said that their reason for not wanting to die was that they didn’t want to leave their children. Why would they worry about leaving their children? Their children were healthy and would live. They, the parents, were the ones whose lives would cease toContinue reading “My First Forty Years”
Fireflies and Daffodils 