I am almost as old as my dad was when he died. How young does that make him? It doesn’t matter – he’s still dead.
Read MoreAuthor: Kendra Whitfield
Kendra Whitfield lives and writes on the southern edge of the northern boreal forest. When not writing, she can be found basking in sunbeams on the back deck or swimming laps at the local pool. Her poetry has been anthologized by Beyond the Veil Press and Community Building Art Works.