spirit comes in feathers

"... What, after all, would be banging on the window on a quiet street at midnight? Brad opened the front door a few inches, peeked out,  and suddenly there was a wild onslaught of  heavy feathered body and flapping wings. A "really big" bird hurtled through the few inches of opening and shot into the house."

forgiving the unforgivable

Years ago, about seven months after my husband died, I was driving across town on a glorious spring day, top down on my little car. I was thinking of the circumstances of Mike’s illness and death, of the countless instances of extreme neglect and serious errors which led to cardiac arrest, subsequent kidney failure and, … Continue reading forgiving the unforgivable