I am not even sure where to start with this one. The middle one. Not the oldest and not the youngest. Growing up, this "middle one"...

The table is set and ready. When I look at it with everything in place and the chairs waiting to be filled with my people, I realize how...

I cannot express the feelings that come with seeing my son holding his son. Of course, there is incredible joy, but there is also that...

Today marks 5 months and 8 days. 173 days after having a dad for 20,440 days, I am now without him. Even though my dad was 96 years old...

I remember this summer sunrise on an early morning run. It was one of those moments you want to freeze in time. My boys were still...