Your Stories

Wild Darkness By Eva Saulitis For twenty-six Septembers I’ve hiked up streams littered with corpses of dying humpbacked salmon. It is nothing new, nothing surprising, not the stench, not the gore, not the thrashing of black humpies plowing past their dead brethren to spawn and die. It is familiar; still,...
read more...
When my father was in his final days, he and mother went to the Severn Hospice – Shrewsbury in England. The level of care and compassion that they both had was amazing; nothing seemed to be too much trouble for the staff. Initially father was in a single room and the staff would wheel in a second bed...
read more...