Fruits of our labor
September 24, 2014 · The other day someone asked me what I do for a living. I told him I’m unemployed… but that’s really not
September 24, 2014 · The other day someone asked me what I do for a living. I told him I’m unemployed… but that’s really not
September 16, 2014 · Do you say “Happy Birthday” on a day like today? Is there anything happy left in it? I remember holding you
September 8, 2014 · “How may I help you?” she said looking over her spectacles. “I need to get a car put in my name.”
August 30, 2014 · Last night, we had the pleasure of attending our nephew Zach’s 24th birthday party. Part of me still hurt though at
August 28, 2014 · It’s been thirteen months since Corey was murdered. I started to think of all the things Corey accomplished in the first
August 26, 2014 · I’m doing better now than I was a year ago. I don’t cry every day. I smile more. I don’t dwell
August 21, 2014 · Waiting. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate waiting? I mean I am pretty good at waiting in line at
August 14, 2014 · I’ve stayed pretty quiet about our recent loss of Robin Williams. Some of you know that I used to do stand
August 3, 2014 · This week has been rough. Sometimes it gets really difficult hiding all of the emotions that are roaming around inside of
July 28, 2014 · I wrote this letter to Jan on September 21 of last year. Yesterday morning (at long last), I made contact with