In the silence of a dead calm, now there is no place in our time. The past rushes over me and I become blind.
Written by Barry A. Popkin on July 26, 2012
Written by Barry A. Popkin on July 23, 2012
The incident had frightened her but now that has turned to out-of-control excitement, and she rushed to be consumed by my embrace.
Written by Barry A. Popkin on July 19, 2012
It was a beautiful, extremely hot summer night and Linda and I were riding my 765cc Shadow Phantom Magna motorcycle semi-naked down Robert Moses Causeway, way out on the tip of Long Island.
Written by Karen Moller on July 12, 2012
He seemed to sparkle like a firefly, and yet, at times, his light blinked on and off, as if he was suffering from some kind of complicated injury.
Written by Braiden on July 4, 2011
In late May, Pacific Northwest magazine contributor Greg Atkinson wrote a moving story about his mother, Annie LeClerc Sanchez Atkinson, in which he describes making a last batch of gumbo before dementia/Alzheimer’s claimed her life.
Written by Lycalia on June 20, 2011
But I know in God’s own time I will heal and I will have all the time to take care of these lovely and beautiful creations of God.
Written by Andy Perdue on June 13, 2011
If I had five more minutes with my dad, I’d want him to spend it with the granddaughter he never got to meet.
Written by Martie on June 6, 2011
IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN…that night … you would be taken from us!!! OMG MOM!!!!! IF I ONLY WOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!!!
Written by Sharon on May 30, 2011
She taught senior Bible class, sewed beautiful dresses for her granddaughter, cooked the best meals in the whole world, and always rooted for the underdog.
Written by Melissa Spiller on May 23, 2011
I want to keep finding clothes for little skinny girls who have no booty to hold them up. I will so miss you. I don’t wanna say goodbye.