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 little... Continue Reading →