By Ken Giglio, guest author Every time I leave Florida and my 96-year-old father, like I did two weeks ago, I wonder how many more days...

Once upon a time, I gave birth to a perfect little girl, with big blue eyes and a wide smile. She exuded peace and serenity. A friend of...

On Memorial Day, we honor our nation’s fallen. I would like to write about those who gave their lives defending our country. However, I...

What brings meaning to your life? I am not asking because I have the right answer. I am asking because I want you to have an answer, an...

At the end of a weary work week, I sprawled on the couch ready to watch a movie. I wanted to be entertained by someone else’s problems...

I don’t handle criticism well. My gut reaction is usually a torrent of justification, a quick defensive shield. My throat gets hot and my...

Guest blog by Dorothy Brush Henry My family never loved out loud. No one ever sent me off to school, or ended a phone conversation, or...

I didn’t plan to visit my old house. Odd circumstances brought me there. Our friend’s mother died, and her funeral took us surprisingly...

Guest Blog by Patrick Lombardi “Who cares?” my mom says. It’s her go-to response whenever someone criticizes her baked ziti or grumbles...

My brother Marc and I were born exactly four years and 51 weeks apart. It was just my birthday, and on February 19th, it would be his. As...