Soon I’ll leave for a brief trip back to Texas. I go most every month to see my father. Because I go so often now,
When we saw her sit down and her tears begin, we dropped to our knees in front of her and joined hands forming a circle with to share and acknowledge her sorrow. What a gift to share our collective grief with this stranger-friend for a moment.
In the end, my mother died of hypovolemic shock. This means that during the 48 or so hours between when we decided to stop treatment
Somewhat paradoxically, social media keeps me from living in echo chambers in which the only people I engage with are people that think pretty much
Not surprisingly an immigrant family is calling us back to the truth of the American experiment, to E Pluribus Unum, from many, one. Perhaps immigrant
This morning, I started writing sitting on a seawall where my young son was fishing. Computer out, glasses on, skin tan, and my hair a