Grief strikes at the heart like a viper; striking the revealed, vulnerable areas belonging to its unsuspecting victim–sometimes providing only the slightest of advance warnings. Then, a sudden sting, until the ache begins to settle low. Heavy. Burdensome. Those...
I can’t sleep. Anxiety wakes me before dawn and I feel it’s vice-like grip wrapping around my stomach, pressing hard on my chest. Thoughts roil and spin as my pulse quickens. Bile rises in the back of my throat as one silent message after another ticks...
“I don’t know him.” My son’s words sting because they’re true. I tuck the Father’s Day card into its envelope and a sigh of undesired acknowledgement escapes my lips. A twelve hour road trip has separated us for more than fifteen...
Today, we celebrate the freedom that flooded the beaches of Normandy during WWII. To some of us, it’s a snapshot from history displayed on a screen or found between the pages of a dusty history book. But, D-Day is not easily dismissed for men like Jim...