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A tribute that includes fishing, snoring, and La-Z-Boy chairs. Dear Papa Bear, I don’t know what my first memory of you is. You’ve just...

I finally realize what that dumb grief-centered phrase, “the new normal,” means. Hey Andrew, This week you’ll have been gone 27-years....

Why is it that the things we remember the most are the hard things-the things that hurt? Why do our brains go to that first, rather than...

“Mom, I woke up thinking I want a hamster or a snake for Christmas. I’m going to make a chart of pros and cons to decide which one I want...

My space at work. Two adorable faces staring back at me. Tomorrow starts another work week. When you were six or so you decided you...

Exit Stage Left On May 1, 1992, my seven-year-old brother was crossing the street to get the mail. He stepped off of the school bus,...