The deafening blare of the sirens creates a wide path through the late-night traffic as the five-ton crimson machine races toward the glow in the distance. You and your partners hold tightly to the vertical steel bars that surround the body of the truck as it whips around corne... [Read More]

Last month I wrote about someone close to me who suffers from an abused childhood and this is a continuation of her story.  At age twelve she had been tormented since before she knew how to do simple tasks like tie her shoes or say her ABC’s.  The abuse shut her down e... [Read More]

Twenty eight years ago, it was a bright spring day outside the school house.

How do you feel about donating blood?

There’s an air of contentment surrounding me. I feel warm, well fed, and comfortable in a sea of fluid. The light thumping inside my form is the only perceptible sound in my tiny universe. I don’t know how I got here or what forces operated to create me, but I sense I’m experiencin... [Read More]