Last Wednesday — a week ago today — I started feeling a little “off”. By the following night I was way, way off. Flat-out sick, to be exact. The weekend found me so ill I didn’t want to move. To do so meant I’d be coughing my fool head off… I’d be finding the shortest…
by J.R. Smith. I’m 27 years old, and I’ve been following the Diviney blog for about 3 years now. I have felt for Ryan’s family, and have loved reading the incredibly articulate and gut-wrenching way that they have expressed their grief for Ryan over the years as birthdays and milestones that Ryan should have experienced…
The Year was 1985… The day was the typical dreary, gray overcast that is familiar to anyone who has experienced a December in Pennsylvania. Sue and I were visiting her parents over college break. I was driving her 1975 Mercury Monarch. Sue was in the passenger’s seat and her Aunt was in the back. We…
I hate the first week of November. Hate it! I guess I always have too, because now there is no fantasy that any remnant of summer is still in the air. Those eighty-degree days are long gone, at least in my neck of the woods. Taking the dogs out in the morning requires a jacket…
I wonder what she’s dreaming? If often think about this when I’m padding around the house in the middle of the night and my wife, Sue, is sleeping. Sometimes I actually know… and that’s worse. Much worse. These are the times when she moans. Or cries out. Or a tear rolls down her check. Sadly,…