In honor of Father’s day this upcoming weekend, forgive me for deviating a bit off-subject (yet again) to write a post about my father. I was crying, looking back I was unreasonable, but at that moment it was consuming my world. It was my senior ...

Every morning before leaving for work, I walked down the same apartment stairs. As I edged closer to the first floor, without fail, every day the soothing and melodic sounds of Glenn Miller would begin to fill my ears. The music grew louder until it ...