I spent this year with my brother. We played in the backyard. He corrected my grammar. We played Oklahoma!  for a dinner theater. We...

It crept in like a low fog, so lightly that I didn’t notice it beginning to swirl around me. A vague unease, a weighty sigh. The sun...

“Have you forgiven your mother?” Oddly, this gut-wrenching, intensely personal question follows me wherever I go. I am a psychologist and...

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...

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...