“What is life?” My conscience asked. “What does it mean to truly live?” I pondered further on this as to what explanation I would give....

Imagine sitting in a doctor's office and hearing you are the fourth generation in your family to be diagnosed with a chronic disease. You...

In honor of Penelope Jean, Natalie’s two-year-old daughter You’re as small as a puppy with all folds but no fur I cradle you in my arms...

Scott opened the bottom drawer of the fridge with his tar-stained hands and pulled out a wet slice of bologna sealed in a ziploc bag. He...