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My mom died when I was fifteen. It was sudden and tragic. No time for goodbyes or any of that last-minute stuff. We were bonded together like shoe strings tied or fingers crossed so the thought of going on without her was really tough. The

What pictures will you have of yourself by the end of your life? This is the question posed to readers in my forthcoming novel, “A Very Rich Poor Man.” This story begins in 1970 with thirteen-year-old Donna narrating the story of her

In Discovery of an Eagle, Cosmo and Silvia talk about how people attempt to immortalize themselves through excessive monetary wealth. Cosmo alludes to the Egyptians, who he says, “buried their big shots with all their crap so they’d

Happiness isn’t possible without peace and peace isn’t possible without forgiveness. This is an issue with which so many of us, myself included, struggle. Despite my awareness of the toxicity and the futility of anger, it’s

How Doc Holliday Saved Me It’s three in the morning. I’m sitting on my bed, trembling from the nightmare I just had, too afraid to go back to sleep, too afraid to even turn the lights off. The nightmares started two weeks ago when I moved into