The Fight Left Inside You

The Fight Left Inside You

Some pressures and problems cave in our weeks more than others. The cares of this week left me feeling as if I have little fight left in me. Surprisingly, fighting words pocked up a few days. I won’t drag you into the drama that started with a stranger at the park...
Keep Calm. Step Up.

Keep Calm. Step Up.

Her glazed and dazed look still startles me. Keep calm. Step up. Her darting eyes cast a more gripping fear than catching the novel coronvirus. The elderly woman scanning the empty shelves at Walmart the other night reminds me of me in another twenty-five years. Oh,...