I open my eyes as widely as possible. But I can’t see you. I trust you’re there. But I can’t see you. I open my ears and listen carefully. But I can’t hear you. I trust you’re speaking. But I can’t hear you. I reach out my hand to touch you. But I can’t feel

As I experience more with age, I have become acutely aware that life is a constant yielding of hopes and expectations, some big and some small, but this journey is often not what we planned. Drake and I celebrate 14 years of marriage on Wednesday…and as I reflect on our years together, I almost have

As I lay on a blanket next to Judson’s plot of grass at the memorial park today, an elderly couple, that I met soon after Judson died, was sitting nearby in lawn chairs next to the gravesite of their 40 year old daughter Victoria.  Though they speak Spanish, I have engaged a few brief conversations