Do You Cry to Your Therapist?
Sarah gripped the tissue in her hand, a tremor running through her as she settled onto the plush armchair. The lump in her throat had been there for days, a…
Sarah gripped the tissue in her hand, a tremor running through her as she settled onto the plush armchair. The lump in her throat had been there for days, a…
I remember visiting my Uncle Jim out in Nevada a few years back. He’s an old-timer, seen a lot in his day, and one evening, as the desert sky turned…
I remember this one time, sitting in a bustling coffee shop, overhearing a couple of folks debating a news report about a tech startup’s valuation. One guy confidently declared, “Yeah,…
Oh, the majestic elephant. Just thinking about them brings me back to a crisp morning in Amboseli, Kenya. I remember standing there, squinting through the dust at a vast plain,…
Yes, an overwhelming majority of historians, religious and secular alike, concur that Jesus of Nazareth was a real, historical figure who lived in the first century CE in Judea. While…
I remember it like it was yesterday: Sarah, a buddy of mine, was over the moon for our annual Memorial Day crawfish boil. She’d been looking forward to it for…
I remember a few years back, my friend Alex, a talented but perpetually struggling musician, hit a wall. He was pouring his heart and soul into his craft, writing beautiful…
My friend, Sarah, was at her wit’s end. Her Golden Retriever, Buddy, a lovable, goofy fella, seemed to have boundless energy. Sarah had always walked him once a day, a…
My suitcase sat open on the bed, a familiar harbinger of impending travel, and my sweet tabby, Luna, promptly claimed it as her new napping spot. She looked up at…
Just last week, my buddy Mike called me, sounding a little freaked out. “Hey, you’re pretty clued up on all this health stuff, right? I’ve been seeing these tiny black…