Grief has taught me to find the gifts amid the loss. I am not saying that it’s always (or ever) a fair trade, but loss does not leave a pure void. Things do grow in a desert. What grief gives … Continue reading
It’s amazing to me how a bit of time—be it a day or just a few hours—can completely change my attitude. A small adjustment in my outlook can dramatically alter how I process and perceive reality. Last week, my Friday … Continue reading
Yesterday, as I was walking across the Brooklyn Bridge with a friend, our attempts to social distance, and a bit of distraction, led us into the bike path. As one “gentleman” sped by on his bicycle, we heard him address … Continue reading
At first glance, you might think my sister is cold. She isn’t. No one who has truly mastered fire is. Behind her compulsory composure is an immense capacity for love. It’s not the ebullient love of a puppy or doting … Continue reading
For me, there are different types of insomnia. There’s the false rush variety, where my mind simply will not stop churning. Ideas (worries and plans mostly) keep flooding my thoughts like a tsunami. My heart races like it’s under pressure … Continue reading
“The legacy we leave is not just in our possessions, but in the quality of our lives…The greatest waste in all of our earth, which cannot be recycled or reclaimed, is our waste of the time that God has given … Continue reading
I recently rediscovered one of my mother’s DayMinder appointment books. It’s from 1998. Back then the Twin Towers still had three years left. We were watching Seventh Heaven, ER, and Friends. I was a sophomore in college—my brother and sister … Continue reading
Terrible things happen all the time, but September is a month I approach with extreme caution. It is a time of year that has been marked by private and public tragedy–a season of great fear and sorrow personally and nationally. … Continue reading
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had told her daughter to only pack valuables and essentials—and just what she could carry for miles. In hindsight, she should have elaborated. After all, is a child of that age … Continue reading
I wonder if much of a person’s fear or hesitation to love is really just an attempt to avoid the pain of loss. Amputations hurt so much because of how attached we are to the members of our body. Death … Continue reading
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