Dive into the archives.
- BRIDGES
The year was approximately 1967. I was about 13. My friend Billy and I went fishing on a warm, late spring day. We decided to walk down a brook, not far from where I grew up in Maine. We walked down the middle of the brook, letting our bait drift down stream, ahead of us. [...]
- BACK TALK
This week I experienced a problem with my back. I’ve had small injuries before, but certainly nothing of this magnitude. The level of pain has been much higher and I have had to learn to “listen” to my back as it talks to me via the pain. This language of pain helps me to determine [...]
