Last Few Minutes of the Game
When we are closing in on the final days or minutes of our lives, our life experiences become phenomenally intense.
Hurry! Hurry! Walmart is Selling Coffins!
Well, we have just entered an entirely new phase of commercialism in the United States of America when Walmart™ begins selling caskets.
Which “Good Night” Would That Be?
After watching, on average, one significant death a year for the last fifty years of my life, I’m getting angry.
Rindy’s Connectivity Explosion
How is it that a perky, loving, smart little girl, like Rindy Sumners, who had grown into a dynamic, creative woman, could have such a stellar impact in such a short time? I don’t know.
How Stupid Can One Person Be? *Puff Puff*
When will enough be enough? When will I stop smelling like a filty ashtray? When will I allow my clothes to carry the aroma of dryer sheets and not burning ashes? When will I be free of this life-ending addiction.
My First Cronkite Moment
When one asks any person of a “certain age” where they were when they learned President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was shot, they can, with rare exception, tell you. Usually that story will include Mr. Walter Cronkite and the CBS Evening News. I am no different.
Death by “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”
These are our children, America. Look at their faces and remember their names. We killed them with our ignorance.
Comfort for the Bereaved On-Line
A link to comfort upon the loss of loved ones.
