Today has been tough. My old friends are long gone. Grief and bottle caps litter the streets.  The stench of Wild Turkey and urine mingle with wisps of the remaining…

There’s a saying you only hear when someone passes away — Give me my flowers while I’m alive. Greeting certainly embodied that sentiment. Her yard was a gift for the…

The next time I walked along this road, I passed the familiar markers of lives snuffed out like candles. What once was alive and well is now dead, dry, and…