Eleven years ago, when my mother learned that the child she had given birth to was born with a crippled leg, she wrote a formal declaration...
Stripes sits at the gate and waits. One day. Two. A week The first snow falls he still sits. His paws are freezing, his stomach rumbles...
I was the one who had to watch over Emma after she split from her husband, a reckless bloke who left her just after their son...
Im going to tell you about Stephen Shaws odd little adventure walking a brandnew route through town. Stephen slipped out of the gate at the former...
I was trudging home late one night, deadtired you know how it feels when, out of nowhere, all the patients seem to catch something at once....
I was pulling the key and nearly fainted three fluffy guests were already waiting at the door. It was that endless, drizzly autumn rain again. I...
8:20am the bus dropped me off in front of the gate of the Willow Grove supportedliving complex. A chilly September morning bit at my cheeks, and...