The following is a portion of the foreword I wrote for my great-grandmother’s memoir, In Pursuit of Leo. This holiday weekend, I hope you take time to tell stories, look at old photos, and remember the sacrifice of those who left home to secure our country’s future and the dedication of those who vigilantly waited…Read More
Tears In a Bottle
Maybe you’ve been there before. That moment of complete exhaustion and quiet, when your eyes turn from pouring out tears with the force of Niagara Falls to resembling the crustiness of the Sahara Desert. My earliest recollection of crying this hard was when I was seven-years old, and Danny Helms, my best friend in the…Read More
Starting Over
Yesterday morning, I stood next to Tim in our kitchen and stared at the wall behind where our refrigerator had been minutes before. We silently stood there, our shoulders slumped, absorbing the reality of a leaking hose, a puddle on the floor, and water damage that had spread up the drywall and soaked the cabinet…Read More