A week ago today, I started writing this blog. I have written, erased, re-written, erased yet again. I’ve thrown my arms akimbo and put my head down in frustration. There…
Rotisserie chicken, celery, onions, carrots, chicken stock, parsley, sage, thyme, marjoram, salt, pepper, bay leaves, garlic, baguette… and one sick little brother. Open the rotisserie chicken, and peel the skin…
It is estimated that 3,000 people a day are lost to suicide. That means that on October 15th, 2011, two-thousand nine hundred and ninety nine other people took their own…
“Everybody loves the little guy.” I cannot tell you how many times I had said that to David, or to other people about David. I met him in the beginning…