While dancing on the line to a fresh spring breeze, it darkens the sun and sucks the breath from you again.

Funny how the things she cooked smelled so good and tasted even better, how stoves and people go away, but their value stays behind, rekindling and radiating warmth, like when I stoked the embers.

Even as decades roll by, and violence in our streets increases, do we have the wisdom and moral courage to address its root causes?

Primum non nocere!   No matter how you scrub the room and hide your face behind a mask, I know you hear the suction sound from deep...