I felt like a suicide bomber.
Forgive me fatherfor I have sinned,it’s been 10 yearssince my last confession.
This is the story of Ramiro, a young man who’s been in my life for nearly 20 years…
There’s no such thing.
As I write this I am flat on my back — well almost — with a heating pad beneath it. it’s a cold rainy Saturday and…
“Everybody loves you, you don’t need me..”