
Waiting anxiously at the finish line. Another cross country season coming to an end. My middle son, Dylan, completed the first half of the course and trudged up the dreaded Agony Hill. Now I cannot see him. He has not … Continue reading
Waiting anxiously at the finish line. Another cross country season coming to an end. My middle son, Dylan, completed the first half of the course and trudged up the dreaded Agony Hill. Now I cannot see him. He has not … Continue reading
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Two white pills determine the success of the day. Two white pills hold the power to attend. Two white pills are a life line to sanity. Two little white pills sitting alone forgotten on the bathroom counter. A little … Continue reading
“You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdest wild space, headed, I fear, towards a most useless place. The Waiting Place…” Dr. … Continue reading