I originally wrote this piece on Memorial Day 2016, and I've shared it every year since. My dad died when I was 36, yet I never knew much...

“Aw, Sweetie, you’ve got a stain on your beautiful new sweatshirt!” Joanie made a sad face as she pointed to my mid-section, where the...

It was Saturday morning, and the weather was perfect for just about anything (unless you’re umbrella). Just as the Sun arose into a...