Category: My Story

Twenty-Three Years Later, Still in Love

“When love exists, nothing else matters—not life’s predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity.” — Isabel Allende This past weekend, we celebrated our wedding anniversary—23 years that feel like yesterday. We met in college in 1993, so we’ve known each other for over 30 years. It’s … Continue reading Twenty-Three Years Later, Still in Love

A Reflection on Family Trauma

I have been debating for months—well, struggling is probably a better word—about writing this piece. It’s one of those things where writing in a journal isn’t enough, and I feel that what’s in my mind needs to be set free. I’ve written many times about family struggles while growing up and the absence of a … Continue reading A Reflection on Family Trauma

Getting Old

Do you know when you are getting old? Well, it’s when you eat a hot dog and less than 24 hours later you find yourself in the operating room and without a gallbladder. The story started on Friday at noon. It was a beautiful day, so we decided to get the grill out and do … Continue reading Getting Old