Why do we say goodbye in silence? I sat beside my father’s bed as the body quietly let go — no theatrics, no final gasp — just the subtle unraveling that revealed more about life than death.
The Persimmon Man — novel in progress. A widower’s fridge is full of casseroles in Florida… until grief pushes him across the world to rural Japan. Think A Man Called Ove meets Lost in Translation.
I left the Church, not my faith. Divorce shattered the ritual. Life rebuilt the meaning. This one's deeply personal — and it just got a Boost. Would love your thoughts.
I left the Church, not my faith. Divorce shattered the ritual. Life rebuilt the meaning. This one's deeply personal — and it just got a Boost. Would love your thoughts.
