Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

Today a smoky haze hangs over the trees drapes the fields Wildfires from Canada dropping down on the wind and I think again of Maui...

I sit on the trees in the middle of the nights, Looking at the stars and northern lights. I see in the dark, the reality of life;

I tell myself that compassion is my calling, and God will gather my fallen stories. He has given me a mother and friends who care about...

Luis had been a patient of mine for less than a year.  He’d been referred to me by his primary care physician on the south side of San...