Out Walking Grief
I usually only see one of my deceased friends at a time. They are all present, but typically the candle is only enough illumination for one Soul.
When the trail calls she can be relentless; she begins with a whisper in your ear and ends with a […]
By Rue McKenrick I have never witnessed such bellowing smoke before. The “Yaak” the “Yaak” the “Yaak” is on fire, […]
By Leilah Grace I am a mother, a physical therapist, a runner, a hiker, a backpacker, and an adventurer; each […]
By Leilah Grace She’s dreamed of a thru-hike on the Appalachian Trail, read the stories, hiked some miles, but until […]
Passing to Darkness
By Leilah Grace The sun began its descent as I descended into the space between the hills. As dusk wove […]