We have all felt the presence of of our departed loved ones in some way or another. Sometimes it’s a fleeting memory, sometimes it’s much more than that.

There have been a few of these distinct moments I can remember. A smell of pipe tobacco that wafts my way, when there’s…

I’ve been transcribing these few letters that were sent in the fall of 1974. As I have read through the drafts, they progress to a more political, less emotional plea — and it wrenches my heart that it had to come to that. Years of unselfish service were not rewarded, but disregarded instead.

Sometimes it’s refreshing to go back and read the first draft of something — to see the tone or intent that originally caused you to…

Here I am, so many months later… distracted and unfocused. I guess you could say I’m having trouble knowing where to begin.

A critical part of my father’s life seems to be all knotted up — or maybe not as clear as it was explained to me.