I remember the weight of each loss; the silence that followed each name announced, and the determination to honor those who fought and fell. I think of my first theatre director, the teacher whose passion ignited my own, and the first boy I ever kissed—each loss a reminder of the lives cut short.

As we approach Veterans Day, I’m reminded of the men and women who dedicated their lives to serving our country, including my father, Frank. He was more than a veteran; he was a fixer in our community - someone who used his skills to help those around him, much like the old oak tree in our backyard that stood tall and sturdy through the seasons, rooted deep, blowing with the winds of change in the spring and providing much needed shade when the heat of summer was at its height. Today, as we...

As October 31 approaches, I find myself reflecting on the vibrant spirit of my mother, who embraced Halloween with unrelenting joy. Each year, she transformed into a W itch, complete with long, whimsical fingernails and a playful glint in her eye. For her, Halloween was not merely a holiday; it was an expression of creativity, fun, and the magic of life. It was also her birthday. Witch, Please! This year, as we celebrate her birthday, I am reminded of the lessons she imparted - lessons that...