September 12 is a date that never fails to affect me. It was at 3 am on a September 12th that I was visited by police officers telling me...

First, a note – This nineteenth, and last story to be shared through my blog, finishes the set of narratives that will soon appear as...

This newly uploaded picture on my author page looks out at the Pacific where I want to believe these waves will still remember when my...

This next story begins on a brisk, early December day. Thin clouds, a watery blue sky and patches of sun play tag above while bundled...

A friend shared a post with me about something I think she expected I already knew: July is Bereaved Parents Awareness Month. No, I...

Seated at the dining room table in a room flooded by afternoon light, the three of us settle into the discussion ahead. Lindsay admits to...

This morning during my quiet, meditating time, I rediscovered poet Mary Oliver, an American treasure. I was late – I had charged myself...