“It was surreal, writing an obituary, for my mom, who died of cancer, in a room full of patients, fighting cancer.”
Look up, say “cheese!”
Because too many of y’all need to drop your copy of “Left Behind” and pick up some trash.
But don’t worry, no celebrities will be singing “Imagine” in this post.
Out of the mouths (or diaries) of babes.
It’s getting late to give you up
I took a sip from my devil’s cup
Slowly, it’s taking over me
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?
I planned, God laughed.
Poetry, candles, art, music.
So the doctor who couldn’t be bothered to help prevent my developing deadly blood clots died of… blood clots.
Por la Vía Dolorosa, triste día en Jerusalén
Los soldados le abrían paso a Jesús
Mas la gente se acercaba
Para ver al que llevaba aquella cruz