In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead: Short days ago, We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and ...

  My grandmother never drove during most of her married life. Her husband was a car lover and did all the driving. That was until one day he purchased an old station wagon for his wife to drive while she was down on Cape Cod with the kids. It was ...

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 ...

Holocaust Remembrance Day Honoring the experiences of our Elders “We must be listened to: above and beyond our personal experience, we have collectively witnessed a fundamental unexpected event, fundamental precisely because unexpected, not foreseen by ...