Struggle with my Struggles by Shirley Riga I walk on the same street every day I awake to the same light as the day before I view the...

In the mid 80’s I was in weekly therapy dealing with my new-born terminally-ill child. I made it a habit to go to a bookstore after my...

The wind and pelting rain befit my emotions over the last 24 hours, so much so I felt like my breath were the gusts pushing on the...

The recent ice storm in Massachusetts has kept me inside for three days. I pace in front of the living room window staring at the shiny...