I’m Scared of Butterflies

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

Deal With It

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…

“I can’t do this alone.” Five words I had never heard from my resilient, life-long friend. I shifted gears, quickly…

“Will you?” “Yes.” “My longing is for my son. He is lost and I a need a leader for the…