“It is pancreatic cancer” a doctor recently told a fellow watercolorist who is an email friend of my wife. “One year” followed the announcement of pancreatic cancer: one year. How would it feel to get that kind of prognosis? It can happen. It can happen tomorrow.

Taking A Day Off From Yourself | Sixty And Me
There’s a line in a song I wrote recently that stayed with me longer than the music: “I know it’s my own doing… bein’ where I be… but that don’t make it easier… livin’ inside of me.” We All Live in Our Own Thoughts I didn’t write that line as


