
A Story About M.A.I.D (Medical Assistance In Dying)
They came to collect his body, but there was a problem. He wasn’t dead yet. They were a day early. Franks* death day was Friday,
They came to collect his body, but there was a problem. He wasn’t dead yet. They were a day early. Franks* death day was Friday,
The song launched itself into my brain. The lyrics hit their mark. With a resounding affirmation, I blurted out “That’s me!” For the next week
Eight deaths since Christmas. The last one overdosed on meth. We discovered him during a routine safety check, but he’d been dead for three days
It’s a quarter after midnight, and sleep seems unachievable. The tickle in my throat has turned into a cough, and the aches have returned. Omicron
Another first for Dennis, I’ve just completed a 430-page book dedicated wholly to a single poem! I am now officially well acquainted with “The Rime