A few days ago, a nurse blocked my family from going into my father’s hospital room. Telling…

                    Yesterday I stepped out of my father’s room to visit a cousin who had come by the hospital to say hello. After visiting with her I turned around to go back into my…

                As we stand by my father's bedside and wait, I have realized a few things. 1. We have little control over how life will unfold. We can plan or create, directing our desires and…

                         The low rumble of the Harley Davidson- Fresh toiled fields looking towards planting- Lee jeans worn blue and a baseball cap. The morning sun, and the sea breeze from Ferndale- A…

                      Late at night when the hospital room grows dark and the sounds that can be heard are mechanical beeps, humming, and alarms– unfamiliar sounds that do not allow peace of mind. Where…