Sometimes Luck Needs a Little Participation

Helping someone was something Annie was accustomed to in her youth, but since her children were grown, she rarely cared for another.  As she tucked the blanket over Paul’s shoulders, changed the vomit pail, prepared the dialysis apparatus and woke him when the fluid bags needed changing, she got in touch with her humanity again. Continue reading Sometimes Luck Needs a Little Participation


The idea of a tattoo had been running through her head every day.  First, she had wanted a bridge over the stream on her ankle.  Then she changed that idea to a stream with seven stepping stones with the letters  c-a-l-l-i-n-g on them.  Finally, this morning she thought of the man who had picked herContinue reading Amazing