Those red lights are only making the pain worse. God does it hurt. I try to move, but I can’t. I try to speak. Can’t . . .
It was supposed to be a fun night out at a bar with a couple of my colleagues. Usually, I would have stayed until everyone left, . . .
Amber was the last to arrive. Her three friends were already seated around the campfire. Thesound of laughter drifted out into the dark. She took . . .
Life coaches help people actualize personal and professional goals, supporting their clients as they navigate through all of the obstacles life throws at them. Death . . .
Nowhere, that’s where I was driving. I had no home, no place to go, just the solitude of the road as my companion. I’d done . . .
On December 21st, 2017, Scotty Johnson descended the stairs that led into the windowless basement of our old home on University Avenue. Justin, my other . . .
Teetering on the crest of a marbled bluff, overlooking a field of wilting wildflowers, stands a lightning scarred red birch known as the Judgement Tree. . . .
It was late. I’d been driving for over 10 hours, trying to make it home to Allentown. I’ve crisscrossed New Hampshire most of my adult . . .
Charlie wiped his brow as thunder rolled in the distance. A symphony of raindrops fell on the crops, and darkness washed over the farm as . . .
My house – a small, two-story place a half hour’s drive south of York – came with a painting. I didn’t ask for it, and . . .