Violet smiled the other day and I saw my brother, Andrew, in her smile. Also, like him, she has a wicked sense of humor.
Look at the picture above. What do you see? Do you see a mess? A work of art? Or a tool used to create?
Around the anniversary of my brother's death, I tend to think about other people in my situation. How did they feel? What did…
You know those moments where you’re driving along, minding your own business, and it feels like you zero in on what you are listening…