I’m burning down the road towards fifty-four, within a month now, leaving behind fifty-three years, never to see it again. The years...

May is here, and for many of us it’s a time to bring more awareness to mental health. Over the years, I have shared many stories about my...

I walked into the room hesitant, skeptical, and was told to sit in a chair across the table. The room was relaxed, comfortable, but...

I sit and read through her journals, one by one the words come at me, one by one they simultaneously fill my heart with love and then...

The boy looked up at his mother, “What is death?” The mother reached for his hand and gently held it, “It is something that we will all...

Our society does not handle grief well. The way we deal with grief is often harmful. In many ways, what I am about to write in regards to...

Another year is about to pass. Many of us are thinking about where we’ve been these past twelve months. What events have happened? What...

My mom told us stories about him as if he were some mythical character from southern folklore. She held him up high for us to visualize...

There have been mornings since my mother’s death, usually around four ‘clock, when the world seems darkest, and so do my thoughts. I have...

Watching death can feel like drowning. You feel helpless, as if the current is pulling you under water, and the harder you swim, the more...

I love writing and I love being an author. Once upon a time, when I was a young man in my twenties, I had romantic ideas of what being a...

He was never meant to grow old. November 15th would have been my dad’s eighty-ninth birthday, but he only made it to sixty-one. I...

She came to me in a dream and told me everything would be okay. In my dream she was about forty and I was eight. Only a boy, full of...

A week and a half ago, I found myself in front of students, teaching my lesson, and starting to lose my train of thought. I knew this...

“...Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing She won't let you fly but she might let you sing Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and...

I have been well read on the stages of grieving since my mid-twenties when my father died. With his death, I waited for the stage of...

The problem with grieving is that it makes people uncomfortable. As you go through the process of trying to figure out how to live a life...

You hold me in the crease of my elbow and we walk slowly and I feel your warmth run over my skin. I lean a little to the left to feel...

I woke up in tears, breathless, with my stomach feeling hollow and hurting from being tense with the shaking spasms of a broken son...

She has fought, like a warrior not on a conventional battlefield, but stealthy, guerilla warfare, where she had to sneak up on the enemy...