It is raining. Only the patter of drops can be heard against the rooftops. A man in a gray suit
You will die. That much is certain. It is only a question of when. And between your death and now,
“The nuns taught us there are two ways through life, the way of Nature, and the way of Grace. You
The Bellagio Hotel rises up on this hot July night like a moth stretching its antennas to the sky. Staring
“Do you pray?” I once asked a patient.
“No, I’ve never been able to for some reason” she paused. “Do you?”
“No,” I said. “Because I don’t know if anyone is listening.”