I have dealt with tragedy before.
This is what I know.
It is hard everytime.
The road may be different but pain always shows its face.
People can be wonderful.
People can be cruel.
People can be clueless. Continue reading “Thoughts…”
My recent flights from Portland to Atlanta and on to Alabama afforded ample time to think.
It was a case of two planes, no trains, and one automobile. Twelve exhausting hours.
Here are my coffee-stimulated, waiting room, intercom inspired thoughts.
Monday mornings can be either wonderful or dreadful. Continue reading “Monday, Monday**”
