Life keeps ticking away, and with every passing day, I am getting farther and farther away from the era during which my precious mother grac...

  It has been nearly three months since my mom left this earth, but tonight of all nights, I cannot sleep.  Grief is unpredictable. It sneak...

It  got harder, and then it got easier.  Ryley is now in her second semester of her sophomore year, which means she is already nearing the h...

How is it possible that a fleeting thought  –  "What if we moved to Texas?"  –  can become a more concrete thought  –  "We sh...