My path to becoming a writer began on a mild Chicago winter day in January 1988. But I didn't know it. It was the day my uncle Danny died of AIDS related pneumonia.
Finding Voice
A bed of roses…
Death. No matter how hard we try, we just can't get away from it. Nope, sorry, you too will die, your spirit will leave your physical body and go... wherever spirits go when we die. So why do you ignore it? You know... Death? When someone you know or love is consciously dying because they... Continue Reading →
Til Death…
Death. What it means to each of us is very personal, but transcendent as well, meaning it is a part of our being human. What is your relationship with death? Is it filled with fear? Peace? or Indifference (which may lead back to fear)? It was June 12, 2012, a month ago, when I went... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 