Eyes Open

Eyes Open

There are days that do not feel post-worthy. Or noteworthy. There are days where everything gets cancelled and you don’t even get to enjoy it. There are days when your skin is blotchy and your clothes are wrinkled, and it doesn’t even matter. There are bad hair days...
A Sure Sign of Life

A Sure Sign of Life

Gayle awoke yesterday his good hand reaching for his temple, pressing fingertips lightly against the skin above the eyebrow in a vain attempt to corral the dreaded electric shocks of trigeminal neuralgia, an afterthought of the multiple sclerosis he’s had for...