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Right this moment, I am turning 50 years, 50 days, and 50 minutes old, while my world is simultaneously rising up and crashing down on top o...

"Heroes (we could be)" by Alesso is the song which came on when the absence of Bradan finally hit me in November. He and Kristin u...

On Monday, the family attended my Uncle Harold's service. It was a wonderful life tribute filled with stories of near- death adventures,...

The piercing words a mother refuses to hear were spoken during a follow-up appointment with the surgeon at St. Luke's Medical Center t...

Year after year, night after night, gallon of milk after gallon of milk, I watched my son eat a heaping bowl of soggy cereal, right before...

Eighteen years ago, my first son was born. I remembered hearing earlier from an ultrasound tech that I was going to be having a baby boy....

It was a monumental experience today, election bonding with my son. His first opportunity to participate was a vital one: tackling the pr...

My recent lumbar puncture procedure sparked a distant memory: I remember years ago being admitted to University Hospital (at University ...

Daily experiences package themselves in a variety of ways. Some may open to traumatic endings, some may carry endless joy, but most seem t...