“Mommy, I See Jack!”
March 25, 1996 Journal Entry “…With Jack so unwell, I have to admit that I’m just waiting for him to die. This clinging to life with drugs and constant pain an...
Category: Personal Essays
Christmas Winds
I’d met Paul in early November. I had dined with other catamaran crews, and stopped for a last beer on the way out through the quay-side bar packed with yachtie...