A spring evening, it began to rain. It was the soft rain that lulls one to sleep at night, the kind of rain that reminds

Cara and I went home last summer to see my dad. Going home is different since my mom died. We’re navigating new territory and creating

It was the last Friday of the school year when I pulled two freshmen out of study hall for a conversation. They first looked at me

I left for college on a Sunday afternoon in August, crawling into a Thunderbird with three other students, waving goodbye to parents and siblings, and

Last Sunday, I went to church with my dad.  We entered through the back door, avoiding the social banter in the foyer. And I immediately