Steep, dark and unknown. I feel around in blackness trying to make my way one step further and upward. Steep. Dark. Unknown. One stride forward, I place my foot on the next inch of rocky incline, hunched over so as to catch my balance with lowered hands. Another stubbed toe. Dang it. A skinned knee. …Continue reading "One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 13: The difficult road"
Living close to a livestock auction, sometimes we witness farm animals zipping through our backyard as if running for their lives! The fugitives make a chaotic run for the hills or greener pastures as an energetic long-legged farm boy zips around fences, rock piles or backyards to catch the livestock. Personally, I’ve witnessed pigs, cows, …Continue reading "Runaway Grief."