And I thought about it again this morning as I stood with neighbors of a home on Greenville’s westside and watched forensics teams pull a body out on a gurney and load it into a medical examiner’s van.
Last Friday I fell while running. I got pretty banged up and had a few bruises, but the heel of my hands took the brunt of my fall. I cut layers so deep into my hands that tiny veins could be seen pulsing under the open white skin. Even now, five days later, it seems littleContinue reading “Not ready for exposure”