We recently passed the first anniversary of the war in Ukraine. The first images of the scene were horrible, especially the faces of the Ukrainians who were displaced, mourning loved ones, or just plain fearful of what was next. Continue reading Still Crying, Still Dying, Still Fragile
Last week I shared my recent encounter with a homeless man, in which I gave him money. In the discussion that followed via the comment section and in actual conversations I had with friends, the subject of drugs came up several times. It usually went something like this: Continue reading The Man At The Fountain Part 2-What About Drugs?