July. For us, it's the preamble to the anniversary of the worst day of our lives. This is my season of sorrow. When all the cells in my...

When Evelyn died seven years ago, I couldn't see a future for myself. I couldn't even see one for my surviving children. The picture I'd...

Six years in and my life has become a constant quest for balance. Every day beginning from a new, immutable point I must use to calculate...

I thought I was avoiding this post because I had nothing to say on the subject. But sitting down to my laptop this morning, I realize...