I write this story on the 11th of December. A dreary, meaningless sort of day. A day in New England that the sun will stay away from. The darkness will win on this day as it appears. As I reflect on this December 11th though I have a completely different view of it. Dinner plans... Continue Reading →
The Compassionate Heart
I met Jerome right after he got out of prison. He was doing 20 years to life for murder, but let go after 10 years under a “Compassionate Release.” He had a terrible heart condition and needed a transplant; not much time to live if he didn’t get one. Because his future was so grim,... Continue Reading →
Mug
His morning coffee steamed from his favorite mug It was too hot to drink so he stared off into space for a few minutes. He remembered the day the mug was given to him. It was 25 years ago on a lazy Sunday morning in the middle of June. His daughter, Christine, tip toed into... Continue Reading →