Walking With Ancestors

Grandpa and me I was speaking about my accident this morning, and about how my Grandpa Riddle came to me just before I woke in the ...

The birds are singing their spring songs outside, despite the snow, and St. Patrick's Day marks our turning towards the equinox. The d...

Today we put our couch to the curb to make way for a beloved piano. Our apartment is small. We’ve lived in it for over fifteen years so ...

I can’t stop thinking about the man who helped save my life. On October 31, 2015 I was in a freak accident. I was severely burned fr...

In the square space that was once the small bedroom my sister and I shared, that is now his office, my dad has an old metal toolbox which...

Six years ago, my wife flew into the house, cheeks rosy and eyes bright, shouting that she had seen Santa Claus in the grocery store (i...

My father’s mother died of cervical cancer when he was five years old. Her name was Ruth Emma Ruston and she was only forty-two. This yea...