My Stories
Why do I write this?
It’s to read. People (including family) have often wondered why I continue writing this blog. While,I no longer am living in a hospital...
Even a peace offering can't get Gen Z to talk
“I have joints! Come sit. Let’s smoke.” Words I never thought I'd utter in my 25 years in education. However, desperate times call for...
Normal boy
“I want to be a normal boy.” This was on repeat last night. We knew this time in his life would come. It was a matter of time. Turns...
Jacob’s “after”
He alludes to before and after too. This is new. I probably should be relieved. Jacob talks about cancer with emotion. That should be...
Remember…we did this.
Remember that if you believe anything is possible. Remember that even the darkest days the sun rise. But I write in the now. This...
Keeping my promise Jacob
Either my hiding skills have gotten worse or they are better finders as Cycle 3 has one main difference (or at least I think it...
Delayed
He was getting annoyed, I could tell. His gaze following me across the room as I place the third meal of the night in front of Jacob. Yes...