by Stacey Shipman on November 17, 2008
I have no desire to move mountains, construct monuments, or leave behind in my wake material evidence of my existence. But in the final recollection, if the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart…then in living-I have made my mark. [...]
by Stacey Shipman on November 11, 2008
My heart pounded and sweat dripped down my face. “I can’t go anymore,” I told myself as I pressed my body closer to the wall, my fingers sliding off the slim hand holds. “I’ve got you!” Michael yelled 50 feet below. I looked down. Big mistake. I looked up, only 15 feet to go. You’ve [...]