Carol a Stephen

Winning the Lottery Carol a Stephen

New Way to SingMy body was a speakeasy, a gin joint, a trash can. A place to stash junk foodsweep dust under, cover up detritus, let it all hang out. It turned on me, told me flat outit was through with this treatment. C Diff brought a bigger pain to think about. Gutted like a fish. Now I can say I got no guts. Survived a rub-up against death. Woke to mornings without sun. My inner self asked to leave, then changed her mind. I let her stay. She gave me back my song. Taughtme a new way to sing it. Carol A. Ste