Invisible Pain

When I was young, I mean still believed in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny young, I remember people helping people.  I lived in Minnesota then, and every winter when we travelled, we would come across strangers stuck in the snow. My dad would pull over, get out in the icy cold air and pull…

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Blood, Sweat and a Forgotten Hero

It isn't every day a boy turns into a man. Most days are spent swimming in the river or fishing off the edge of a dock. Sometimes it's walking by the highschool just as the girls prance out to the pool for swim practice. Maybe playing a game of baseball or hiding out by the…

Making Way

So... Things have been a bit rough in my world. Change is the only thing to count on. I'm told death allows rebirth, Makes way for sunshine, opens the proverbial window. I don't mean just the death of a loved one, but also the death of a way of life. Death of a relationship. Death…