Member of the Tribe

It was a hotel with one thousand rooms, but even in that expanse, recognizing the bereaved parents was easy. We were the worried-looking people with name badges on blue lanyards and big photo buttons of our kids. Though we didn’t pack them, Mike and I had our big Noah buttons by noon the first day of the conference. A volunteer assembled the buttons onsite with a hand-operated button machine....

Getting by with a Little Help from My Friends

A piece of my memoir was published yesterday in the online literary journal, Atticus Review. It is always exciting to have something accepted and published. It makes me look forward to seeking book publication sometime in the future (and when this becomes a struggle, remind me I wrote this). This new piece, titled "He Plays a Harp" was re-written and edited quite a few times since I wrote it in...