The warm sun flitters o’er my drawn up face. I marvel at the green; how…
Someone told me an analogy for trauma once. Imagine you have a large box with…
Problem is the past is a highlight reel. Can’t be trusted.Only the best parts show…
When you walkthrough a doorand end upon the other sidetry and remember why you are…
For those that believe thoughts have the powerto alter reality.I ask you to run at…
My mother is in the hospital with what can best be described as organ failure.…
I settle into comfort reclining my earth tone leather chair.Ready for an hour or twoof…
A person finds their own way out,but control belongs tothe one who built the maze.
David Huzzard Writes 