Despite the façade my dad wore the majority of the time, I’d also seen what was behind the mask. My Grandad used to call him “Jekyll and

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Day 2: November 19, 2020 We checked into the emergency room at our local hospital. They ran all kinds of tests to make sure her oxygen...

With a straight face my mother replied, “It would have been better if you had let me die.”

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Nothing is as exhilarating as feeling the wind against your face on a speeding motorbike. It’s a power only the rider controls. I thought...

During this time in the United States, children were free to play outside without much danger. It was a simpler yet happier time, a time...

I had a normal, Catholic upbringing. My mother’s family was Irish, and my father’s family was Italian, creating a melting pot of heritage...