“Put me in one of your books.” In all fairness, I really should. His story needs to be told. But he doesn't reeeeeeely fit in my demented fruit-bat world, so I'll just tell it here. Years ago, I had a gentleman come to the door and ask...
Here’s the second post. – the Author ** Engage autopilot. Phase in Longest Day protocol. Run program. Sit. Wait. Let the hospice nurse in. She didn’t have a reason to be there other than she cared about our family and wanted to be with us awhile. Doorbell. The nurse lets in the hospice chaplain....
Here’s the first of two of the hardest posts I’ve ever written. I’ll write the other one tomorrow. Kisses – the Author ** Five years ago, right about now, I embarked on the Longest Night of My Life. Ten weeks of worry, of tears, of rage were coming to...
My name is Kerry Sheridan. If you know me, you know why every page has that as the first sentence. I've been forced to forget my name too many times. And I'm afraid it's going to happen again. This time, I won't make it back to who...
IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S US © 2021 Leigh Grissom The Harvest Moon reached its zenith, and the Crow landed on his windowsill, just like he knew it would. He extended his bloodied hand, the moonlight illuminating the pentacle he’d carved into his palm. The bird squawked as if...
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Dontcha just hate it when your brain slaps you across the heart and screams in perfect-Cher voice to snap out of it? Yeah, that happened to me yesterday. I won’t go into what the last six weeks have been like for me. I went on an emotional,...
The same day, 24 years apart, two men lost their lives. On December 8th, 1980, I heard the news on the little AM radio on the headboard of my bed. I was nine, and John Lennon was dead. I knew the Beatles and I knew their music. I...
It's been seven months. Seven months since this fucking virus locked the doors of the nursing home. Seven months since I've seen my father for more than the occasional FaceTime call (something I'm forever grateful to his nurse for setting up for us.) At long last,...
Today, Ray Bradbury would have been 100 years old. If you haven't read his work ...