The Stuff Things Are Made Of

Abigail Sawyer sits upright in her hospital bed staring into the eyes of her ragged stuffed dog with one ear which she had happily named “Scraps.” Scraps has been with Abigail almost as long as she’s been alive, or so her mother says; and now, it will outlive her. The tragedy is not lost on nine... Sign in to see full entry.

Beep. Cough. Beep. Gag. These are sounds that lives are reduced to. Wearing non-slip hospital booties and opened backed gowns that show your ass while you walk around in a drug induced stupor. Color me embarrassed. Two days ago, when I regained consciousness, I was drowning in fear. Thrashing... Sign in to see full entry.

It’s the place where everyone goes. It just sits there on its plateau, overlooking the town, looming over the people. There always seems to be something going on up there; most nights, after 7 P.M., you will barely find a person or a vehicle on our cracking pavement and pot-hole infested streets.... Sign in to see full entry.