My daughter believes in the Fat Guy with genius Elven slaves and a sleigh powered by reindeer farts but not the afterlife.
Muhammad’s father and uncle, each a veteran of war, had been killed by the defeated Iraqi regime. Muhammad was our translator. He was important to all of us.
Each time it felt like someone reached in, pulled my heart out of my chest, threw it on the ground and stomped on it. I stood solid, puffing my chest out and being strong for my wife. I really wanted to lie on the floor and cry my eyes out until the pain went away.
My wife and I didn’t hear the gunshots. What’s happening? Should we go? To the car? Inside? Is there danger? Get the kids! The school lockdown had begun.
I attended my brother’s funeral recently. Cancer took him, just as it’s taken other members of my family and just like it tried to take me.
Bags and boxes surrounded me as I pulled out one article of my kids’ clothing after another. My wife was […]