Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Expecting one of your stellar stories, Ray, I click on "The Black Dot" expecting to hear more escapades of my favorite Cowbird character.

    No, here is a starkly real serving of some messy and unavoidable pain and grieving. I listen, I hear you clearly, and I know there is nothing I can do, nothing anyone can do. My heart is hurting for you, the tears are falling here.

    Sometimes there is just the crying, the staring blankly in acceptance of what we never thought would be ours to accept when considering the quality of acceptance theoretically.

    Those times our only solace is the sharing of it, the standing shoulder to shoulder to prop each other up so the winds of unwanted change do not blow us completely into oblivion.

    I cannot tell you how honored I feel to stand on your row, Ray.

    Written in response to one of Cowbird author Ray Neighbor's posts about living with cancer.
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.