I really am more of a dog person, but when we lived in faculty housing in California, only cats were allowed. I was enduring chemotherapy for colon cancer, and a friend advised Douglas and me that having a pet would help reduce my stress levels, so we decided to follow their advice and get a... Continue Reading →
A Prince in Rags
I was sleeping in a broken down car, parked in a trash heap. Daily, I dressed in worn clothes and walked to the soup kitchen for lunch. Then, I grabbed some free bread for dinner and walked to work. Afterwards, I frequently had to walk home through the main drug district of the city. I... Continue Reading →
