Each wave, a poem
Do you ever wonder what’s going to happen next?
With my iPhone securely in hand and music gently swirling through my ears, I made the trek to the Rancho San Antonio hiking trails for my…
A few weeks ago, the nurse in charge of planning my discharge from rehab announced, “Katharine, you are going to need to use a walker for…
Fifty years is a long time to love. For better or worse.
Could this be possible after such a toxic childhood?
Among the thousands of unbelievable urban legends , here’s one that I challenge anyone to refute.