Remembering Uncle John

He was calm, cool, and easygoing. He was the member of my family we would turn to for sound, sane advice, and a clear vision of what was going on in our lives. He never raised his voice.  He never lost his temper.  Oh sure, he got angry a time or two, but if he… Continue reading Remembering Uncle John

Five Years

Five years have passed by so very quickly. And yet, every July 3, I recall that day, vividly. I recall the surreal, foggy morning in Saugatuck.  I was camping with my friends, and decided to call my dad for the first time that weekend.  The calls went unanswered.  I recall seeing “The Devil Wears Prada”… Continue reading Five Years