Craig opened his eyes and smiled. Nanine sat in the chair next to him holding his hand to her cheek and smiling at him. “How are you honey?” She asked quietly, tears in her eyes. She reached up and wiped them away, sniffing. “Oh – Nanine.” Craig squeezed her hand. … Read More
This is not a true story, but it’s not completely a work of fiction either. It’s somewhere in between. I have a song to sing, O! Sing me your song, O! It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon, Who fled from the mocking throng-o. It’s … Read More
Her name was Mrs. Gibson, and as soon as I pulled into the driveway, her daughter Alecia ran out to the car and tugged on my arm. “She’s in such horrible pain! Hurry! Hurry!” I let her pull me into the house, which was filled with frightened people, all milling … Read More