Forgetting Death

Forgetting Death

Aunt Lila was dying. She knew this, but often forgot. No one knew when it all began, the cancer that likely sprouted as first a small seed within a dormant ovary, a sleeping grain of terror. Then it grew, and grew, indiscreetly dropping more seeds into the dark womb...
The Prize

The Prize

  “God help me to know and to live like the time is short. To give you all I have today. Tomorrow is really not promised. Spencer Macleod   The quote you just read was written by a 19-year-old. Less than three years later, he left this world forever, his...
Flying With Beethoven

Flying With Beethoven

The dust spun and danced in the late afternoon sun, then settled for just a short time upon the black Steinway grand piano. I waited on one of the many hard chairs that lined Mrs. Adams living room with my sheet music on my lap, until she waved me towards the kitchen...