“That Voice” of Suicide

Training on bridges is a must for anyone desiring to run the Gate River Run. Athletes from all over the…

One Road Less Traveled

It only took a few minutes to steer the silver rowboat across the murky lagoon to a beautiful patch of…

“I’m scared of butterflies,” was an unusual statement to escape from a child’s soul. I observed that the orange, black…

I took a deep breath and stepped off the elevator onto the open-air observation platform of 30 Rockefeller Center. I…

The columns of the porch bore the marks of aged, peeling paint and weathering. This century old Gothic Revival home…

At the age of 18, I thought surviving boot camp as a member of the U.S. Navy would be the…

Five months before Carly was born, we were fully aware of just how fragile life could be. She was placed…

Relationships are intricate. They bend. They break. The breathe. They grow. They falter. It takes two individuals, both giving of…

There is a grave site, with a marker and bench, near a large oak tree that belongs to my seven…

Unaccustomed to the cold, extra layers are in order. You don the required exercise garb with the addition of bulky…