Tháng: Tháng 6 2025

When our mom passed last fall, things were rough. Emotionally, obviously—but also financially. She didn’t leave behind much, but she did have a small life […]

I always thought I had a good handle on being a dad. Not a perfect one, but present, reliable. Liana was born during a stormy […]

I honestly didn’t think my son would smile that day. He’d just finished his third round of chemo, and the meds were hitting harder now. […]

I still have the flyer they passed out at the shelter. Big, glossy photo of Mayor Tolland holding a check for fifty grand, grinning like […]

I was only supposed to be grabbing trash bags and cat litter. That’s it. In and out. But as I pulled into the Walmart lot, […]

I took this photo of my dad last weekend. He asked me to snap a few “candid” shots while he handed out food boxes in […]

When they first told me I’d never walk again, I didn’t cry. I just nodded like I was hearing the weather forecast. Sunny with a […]

People know me as the fireman down the block. The guy who shovels elderly neighbors’ sidewalks in winter and lets kids climb all over the […]

We didn’t expect much. Mr. Halvorsen hadn’t said a word since early December. The staff called it “sunsetting,” like a soft fade. No family visited […]

He used to call me his little girl, even when I was pushing thirty and had my own apartment across town. We were close—really close—until […]