This Day
This Day is precious. It matters. Days are dwindling. This Day is opportunity. It spreads before me like a carpet of flowers that will be wilted tomorrow. …
This Day
This Day is precious. It matters. Days are dwindling. This Day is opportunity. It spreads before me like a carpet of flowers that will be wilted tomorrow. …
2020 Christmas
‘Twas three weeks before Christmas and all through our house, not a person was stirring, but me and my spouse. Two stockings were hung by the chimney with care; Too bad no one would be there to share. Ev’ry night we rested all snug in our bed, while visions of vaccines danced in our heads. …
One Person At A Time
Recently I got swept up in the state of the world. It’s not like me. I’m a kind of “head in the sand” person who doesn’t generally partake of the news. For the sake of my amazing recovery from chronic depression, that’s the way it needs to be. So anyway, since mortal reality reached out…
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