The incident had frightened her but now that has turned to out-of-control excitement, and she rushed to be consumed by my embrace.
Keep reading: Lost Summer Romance: This Wonderful Surprise, Part III
Written by Barry A. Popkin on July 23, 2012
The incident had frightened her but now that has turned to out-of-control excitement, and she rushed to be consumed by my embrace.
Keep reading: Lost Summer Romance: This Wonderful Surprise, Part III
Written by Barry A. Popkin on July 19, 2012
It was a beautiful, extremely hot summer night and Linda and I were riding my 765cc Shadow Phantom Magna motorcycle semi-naked down Robert Moses Causeway, way out on the tip of Long Island.
Keep reading: Lost Summer Romance: This Wonderful Surprise, Part II
Written by Barry A. Popkin on July 16, 2012
Linda and I were inseparable. We were really in love. . .we just wanted to be with each other, never asking for anything at this moment, just wanting to be near each other.
Written by Karen Moller on July 12, 2012
He seemed to sparkle like a firefly, and yet, at times, his light blinked on and off, as if he was suffering from some kind of complicated injury.
Keep reading: Lost Summer Love: Souls that Pass in the Night
Written by Carol-Ann Hamilton on July 9, 2012
I recently wrote a three-page letter to my aging father to express what we have meant to one another across the years.
Keep reading: Letter to Dad: Why Do We Wait Until It’s Too Late?
Written by Bruce Hammitt on July 2, 2012
I also have sent letters to important people in my life letting them know how much I have appreciated having them as friends.
Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on April 5, 2012
Colon could spin a yarn longer than almost anybody I ever knew. Half the time you knew he was lying through his teeth, but just in case he wasn’t, you had to keep listening.
Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on March 29, 2012
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.
Written by Braiden on November 17, 2011
“From my personal and clinical perspective, our culture does not provide much support when it comes to learning to speak and listen to the language of grief.”
Written by Chelsea Hanson on September 8, 2011
One of our guest columnists, Chelsea Hanson, tells us what NOT to say to those who are grieving.
When I was a kid, my Mom zipped up my neck and chin in my snow suit.
Keep reading Memory of Mom: The Zipper...