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...

I fell flat on my face. No joke. No play on words. Not just a clever way to tell you I bombed on stage or embarrassed myself while...

Every day (or almost every day), I wake up with a pit in my stomach. I’m anxious, often frustrated and sometimes even irritated at things...