I remember the day my life changed forever. I was barely seven years old when I watched as my mother and father were led away in handcuffs by sheriffs and a mob of officers that broke down the door of our home. I was frightened
Finding My Strong Tower
The day I learned my 67-year-old mother had colon cancer and needed surgery, I took it in stride. My logical brain side took over. I am a pharmacist. I knew the medical community was making strides in cancer treatment and longevity of life. I had much hope…
Grace to Live a Life Sentence
Stacie, my sixteen-year-old daughter, was outgoing and beautiful, full of hopes and dreams. Until one man destroyed them in a single moment. He stalked our family for two weeks and waited until Stacie was home alone. He slipped in through an unlocked door
A Father’s Love… at Last
I remember serving his first drink at six years old. Seagram’s 7 and water was his trademark. I got the glass from the cupboard, lifted the ½ gallon whiskey bottle onto the counter and slowly poured it into the cup. Then I topped it off with some water, just like he liked it. Alcohol or [...]
When Saying Goodbye Doesn’t Make Sense
“Mr. Rosa, take your time, we don’t have to unplug the machine until you’re ready.” I will never forget these words. The next thing I remember was a warm embrace from a kindhearted fellow, whose name I never asked. With my face buried on his shoulder,
Looking Good but Living a Lie
At twenty-seven I thought I had everything going for me. I made decent money as a waiter pursuing an acting career in Hollywood. I drove a red convertible, had an agent, and partied every night with a different woman. Whatever happened to the kid who grew up going to Catholic school