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Throughout my life, cats have almost always loved me. I cannot count the number of times I heard the words “my cat doesn’t like anyone.” and within a few interactions, the cat was rubbing against me or purring in my lap. I never really liked cats because they were indifferent. Cats flocked to me, perhaps…
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My relationship with my father when I was a boy was tough. My relationship with my son as a boy was tough. I thought his mother was “too easy” on him, so I tried to instill toughness — the same way my father had tried with me. One Saturday morning, I told a pre-teen James…
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During the last semester of my senior year in college, I ran for Homecoming Queen. Yes, you read that right: Homecoming Queen. —– Over a few beers, a friend joked that since there was no Homecoming King, I should throw my hat in the ring. After reviewing the rules, I realized the whole event was…
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Almost a year after Lexy’s death, I read something that changed me: You can stop living the day your child dies — and become a corpse waiting for your own end. OR You can carry their love forward. Carrying love forward means recognizing grief as a different expression of love. It means finding a way…
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The Journey Back 