Author: Jason "The Traveler" Beckler
The gruff exterior is only a display. My life has been a blender filled with anguish, pain, love, and loss. I smoke cigars, cuss, make crass jokes, and a professional at wit infused with gobs of sarcasm. I have lost the love of my life to cancer and in that loss I found a peace in writing and painting. I used to cook fine meals but I only cooked for her. My Wendy was and will always be the last love of my life and through this love I share to you within the pages of the Traveling Heart.
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The Blossom in a Garden of Weeds
In the Mist of Sadness
I am Here
Where are you now?
Survivor’s Guilt
