Choice and Rose-Colored Glasses

Choice and Rose-Colored Glasses

It was a very cold February evening in Chicago, IL. I was driving home from a memorial service for one of my best friends, Amy*, who had passed away after a very brave and short battle with lung cancer. I was one of more than 3,000 who attended her memorial service....
The Communities of Our Journeys

The Communities of Our Journeys

Not long after my brother married for the first time, his wife said some things about our parents I found hurtful. I called my Dad sobbing uncontrollably (I was 22 at the time – oh the drama!). Once my Dad made sure I was physically ok, he explained with great...