“We suffer more in imagination than in reality.” -Seneca We are in trying times with our political climate. There is no denying that no...

It seems we have had yet one more attack from this administration. One more false narrative and harmful rhetoric. This time the rhetoric...

There will be many that will look at this photo and say, “Why should the United States be responsible to help everyone?” At least, that’s...

It can be difficult for a son to understand their father and who he is. We come into this world as boys and whether we know it or not, we...

My mom was struggling with pain from Multiple Myeloma. It was attacking her spine, as the cancer will do, and every movement had her in...

Have you ever thought about your own death, maybe even what your last words would be? Has your darkness ever crept up on you as you...

It seems as if empathy has been under attack lately. “The fundamental weakness of Western civilization is empathy…” said Elon Musk. How...

Grief, I have seen written and have been told, gets better with time. For those of us that have lost someone dear to us, whether that be...

I want to tell you that you are not alone. You are among people who suffer, sometimes daily, often randomly, but always, always there...

In 1989, I found myself shining boots, getting ready for the DI’s to inspect our beds, foot lockers, and the creases in our BDU’s. They...

The boy stood from his dinner table, raised his spoon above his head and said, “I want to be a king.”  His mother and father looked at one another and smiled, thinking the boy’s imagination is getting away from him again. “Please sit down,” said the boy's mother. “But I am…I…want to be a king!” He bellowed. For a moment, just a split moment, the boy’s father looked down at his plate, the salmon and asparagus made by the maid, Luisa, and he wondered if perhaps he had spoiled h

She is there, surrounding me, and I can feel it. Her body, part of it at least, is now held in a glass blown ornament. It’s held in small...

We have seen in the past several years an increase in fear, anger, and fanaticism. We have two sides that are seemingly determined to...

There are times of the year that the loss of the person, or person’s, that you love will hit a little harder. It will be birthdays,...

When she died, her soul ran away from me. Her last breath came and the angels started to fall downward, trapping me here on earth, unable...

I once met an old woman who had a lot of hate inside her. You could see the pain in her eyes and literally feel the sorrow in her heart....

We are here. We have arrived at this place where we are seeing ecological destruction, changes in the climate, political unrest,...

I woke up this Thanksgiving morning and she laid her head on my chest. Her hair, formed and shaped overnight by a seemingly sassy pillow,...

I will start by saying that the last several years I have come to peace with my dad and my relationship with him. I found forgiveness for...

One would think I would have mastered grieving by now. The deaths have accumulated over the years so I should have figured out how to...