I think about my loved ones who have passed very often, but there different times throughout the year that I do a great deal of reflecting as I believe that it does for anyone that experiences such a loss. I am reminded of a poem called The Dash by Linda Ellis. There are many parts ...

This tripod has been around. The box was dusty, shoved in a corner of the attic. Three legs. At least there used to be. I see the joints where repairs were made. The first leg is wooden but the break is new. The break is clean; smooth to the touch. No splinters prick my fingers. ...

In Honor of Chuck Ballard 1972-2016 April 6, 2016. Saint Francis Hospital. Day 3: My daddy’s fight against colorectal cancer came to an end that night, in a white hospital room surrounded by the people who loved him most. We’d known that it was coming for three days and we still weren’t ready. I’d been sitting beside his ...