This poem is dedicated to my long-lost friend, Stephen (Michael) Gross. He was funny, witty, and most of all, a great friend. I miss him very much. You will never be forgotten, Mike. Shirley
I get contemplative while washing dishes. I’m not sure why I just always have. Today while washing the noodles off my little nephew’s bowl and spoon from lunch, I stood with my hands in the warm soapy and water thinking. My mind wondered as it often does to mortality and how all humans have a [...]
***Trigger Warning*** I normally veer away from writing triggering material on my blog site, but this is a message I feel very strongly needs to be shared. The following post is about suicide and the strong emotions that accompany both before and after an attempt is made. If you feel unable to read such material, [...]
Why are we pointing fingers instead of doing the hard work of finding solutions?
Death is inevitable, so why not live?