The Best Christmas Story

  This morning I sat staring out my window at the branches outlined in snow. I was pondering what I should write about for Christmas and was hoping to come up with something profound and poignant. I sat for an hour, but just couldn’t seem to develop anything past the first few lines. Hopefully I … Continue reading The Best Christmas Story


Death Be Not Proud

  Honor the dead. Respect the dead. Don’t speak ill of the dead. Combine these mantras, born from the superstitions of our ancestors, with a guilt-ridden Catholic upbringing, and the ensuing angst I experienced when DEATH paid a visit to my splintered, dysfunctional extended family this week was inevitable. I won’t go into the sordid … Continue reading Death Be Not Proud