JOURNALS OF JO

A stately eagle or vulture or hawk flies by as they each survey their land. Looking for prey. The rushing waters of the rivers below seem

I've spent my entire life trying to be better than where I came from. Where I'm from, the girls there, don't usually make it out of the...

But the real work hadn't started. In the weeks, months and years that followed the work we thought would be done, had still gone undone.

We don't need to know their names. They are people we find in our favorite restaurant, take out joint...lasting mere moments. Others end