The slow journey of grief is difficult to explain for all its nuances, but those who have experienced it know all the ways the heart cr...

Sometime around my September birthday, I get all introspective and think about my life, and those thoughts usually end up in this blog. Octo...

 I had every intention of writing something up for my birthday-- I had several mental notes of what I wanted to put down and a smattering of...

I am profoundly moved by word usage. I collect words. Words are what remain of a person's legacy, those letters scripted out of how they...

The moment we are born, the first epic thing we do is gasp that first breath of air. The importance of that few seconds of waiting between l...

Caught. Somewhere between what is normal and abnormal, between what is meaningful and what is perfunctory, between compassion and indifferen...

    History. I don't remember a time when I wasn't completely enthralled by it. My love for it is woven into my foundation of what i...