his now slow responsive left side and his nagging knee injury, the combination of the three made it clear he was going to need someone close to help out in basic needs. “I am really sorry for the intrusion

That old feeling of depression set in and while it had always been part of my make up, this round abandonment by her made this bout particularly heavy. I had always known I was into this fight alone and

The reception was highly unexpected. As the twin Victorian doors gradually open, and the first verse of Etta James 1960’s classic “At Last” poured over me, I was greeted by a pair of staring eyes with