Dying inside, doing good.

My Mother died in 2005, it's been twenty years and that pain hasn't gone away, I know it never will. My Father died last year and I think it was only the pain of losing my Mom that gave me the strength to deal with losing

Anger

I've struggled with anger throughout my life. Inevitably the process works like this: I do something that I think is helpful, and when I get a response that isn't what I would expect, I get angry. Now, I'm not suggesting that if I do

Trouble

I suppose the story is pretty common. You don't realize how poor you are until you see that not everybody lives the way you do. When I was a kid, my Dad worked in a factory making peanuts. Then he worked in a factory, and took a second,

Grandpa

I was a little kid when my Grandpa died. He was 49 years old and he died of lung cancer. I'm 13 years older than he was when he died and a year ago I was diagnosed with leukemia. I used to always think (and still do...) smoking