Like a Small Warming Fire
Our 93-year-old friend is reading the book, Being Mortal (Atul Gawande). “I’m trying to figure things out,” he says, smiling. “I’ve read it before, as an outs...
Our 93-year-old friend is reading the book, Being Mortal (Atul Gawande). “I’m trying to figure things out,” he says, smiling. “I’ve read it before, as an outs...
(From Psalm 131) Lord, my heart is not haughty: Of course, I had the advantage of birth: born in Springside, voted least haughty hamlet in Saskatchewan. Nor m...
don’t you understand when I made you I loved you and I made more of everything you could needout my love for you I gave you a bed of earth ...
I have just come down from my son.He lies in a darkened room with his head tipped down. I drop through eleven white floors,step onto the concrete and cross th...