Finding A Way Through
I once worked with a trauma doctor who painted, although I don’t know when he found the time. He was always at the hospital. He painted in both the realistic and abstract style — nothing worthy of a gallery… Continue Reading
I once worked with a trauma doctor who painted, although I don’t know when he found the time. He was always at the hospital. He painted in both the realistic and abstract style — nothing worthy of a gallery… Continue Reading
“Okay guys, it’s time for me to go!” I kiss their silky hair. I take a moment to breathe them in. I used to be doing this for me. And then I was doing it for them. But… Continue Reading