One morning, at precisely six fifteen and forty-two seconds, Dale Rodgers woke up. The alarm clock sitting on his dresser across the room had been going off for forty-two seconds without waking him, until it did. Dale was known to be heavy sleeper. “Dale, you could sleep through anything. You sleep like a frog!” hisContinue reading “The Survival Skills of Dale Rodgers”
Reflection on the two month anniversary of losing my brother.
I don’t have all the answers, but I can help others notice the beauty around them.