Twenty Years in Personal Reflection

It has been twenty years since our enemies silenced those voices. We remember the mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and or friends who went to work that day by random chance or divine fate, only to be destroyed. No amount of sadness, tears, war, and or fighting can...

The Dash

One considers one’s life when a close loved one passes. It is this that I write about now. My father recently passed away, and I am reflecting on his life and comparing it to mine. I realize that the simple Dash represents so much between the birth and death...