Reclaiming wreckage
Sanibel was a sanctuary, for its wildlife and its people. It was one big bird’s nest. It was a retiree’s escape. It was a kid’s Narnia. Now, everything was brown and nearly leveled … Read moreReclaiming wreckage
Category: Essays
April, Keith and me
Keith Hernandez: 1979 National League MVP, two-time World Series champion and the man who was almost my father … Read moreApril, Keith and me
When my Papa died, I laughed
“Who is that?”
No one else was in the room.
“Who, Papa?
“The boy standing there,” he said. He pointed to the corner of the piano room.
When he began to hallucinate, I knew I could no longer talk to him … Read moreWhen my Papa died, I laughed
From barre to barbells
Emma Behrmann’s life used to revolve around ballet. She looked forward to it every Monday. But five years ago, she reached a turning point. … Read moreFrom barre to barbells
Eight hours in the chemo room
Two years ago, Caitlin Petros watched helplessly as her mother had cancer killing chemicals pumped into her body. They spent dawn to dusk in the infusion center once every three weeks, and it never got easier. Today, she reflects on their experience. … Read moreEight hours in the chemo room