My Flowers Died: A poem by Jenn Derry
My Flowers Died My flowers died I took care of them Sunshine, water, soil, they were heathy I always took time to speak to them and smell them and gave
My Flowers Died My flowers died I took care of them Sunshine, water, soil, they were heathy I always took time to speak to them and smell them and gave
Stray Post Its: A Poem by Mark Harder My son put post its on my life. Pink sticky notes, written with black crayon: Cabinet, sugar, and oats. Lime green
by Christine M. When I decided to volunteer at a local animal shelter, it turned my life around in many positive ways. Honestly, I was a little depressed
Looking back at a time when I first had my stroke, I remember feeling so confused, so alone, and so hurt. I was crying all the time. It was much
Police brutality is harassing black people, which police should not do. Police should help people, not hurt them. A man is doing nothing, then police search and tell him to
SLEDDING ACCIDENT On that day, my life changed forever in January 1999. I suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury. As a result, I have aphasia, right hemiparesis, a right
“Say the Word” Speak each word softly Make it very clear Not yelling or shouting I’m standing right here Slow it down There’s no need to rush No need to
Working a Website for Temple My name is Ed Núñez. I had a stroke on June 8, 2020. It happened while I was on my vacation with Cape Cod for
Mellissa loves to cook. After she had a stroke, it became difficult to utilize a problem with her right arm. As with a stroke and also with Aphasia, we figured