The sky is a perfect blue and the air, both crisp and soft, a combination reflecting autumn’s beginning and the tail end of late summer....

So much . . . news demanding to be heard and acknowledged! So little . . . time to process and reflect on what we might think about the...

We sit next each other, angled just enough to ask and answer questions easily and study the materials he's laid out for me to see. This...

What would you say if this was your time, your special moment to take a leap of faith and tell another, with no expectations, what would...

My afternoon’s interview with a bereaved mother reminds me, once again, that death is a puzzle whose pieces rarely fall easily into...

To everyone whose heart aches for our children who have been lost . . . and to those who continue to face possible danger when they step...

A woman with an open, engaging smile and a splendid brown hat comes toward me, holding out her hand in greeting. I’m meeting Lisa for the...