I remember getting out a book from the library when I was about ten. It was called, What do butterflies do when it rains? I thought that it was a good question. I remember the story being very poetic, talking about what all the other animals under the sun do when it rains, "Monkeys do... Continue Reading →
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My Dad has prostate cancer. It has just been discovered and has metastasized to his pelvic bones. He's in his nineties. As my friend says, prostate cancer (for a whole lot of men) is sort of like gray hair; they're all going to get it sometime. On the good side, he has no pain. He... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 