All that’s left About the time I started middle school (or, as we used to say, “junior high”) I had exasperated my piano teacher to the point where Read More » 20 Comments
On death and dying Would it be in bad taste to talk about death in bullet points? Should I cut to the heart of the matter? I’ve been a Read More » 31 Comments
Sliced We didn’t know it, that first day of Tessa’s swim team practice in the spring of 2010, but our lives were about to be sliced Read More » 42 Comments