The Weight of Living
Caught between sidewalks marked by homelessness and […]
When Joy Breaks Through
Sometimes joy doesn’t arrive with fanfare; it
Coliseum of Self-Doubt
This poem about overcoming self-doubt speaks to
The Firebird Still Burns
Life rarely follows a straight road. The
You’ll Never Be Happy Until…
My father’s words echoed: “You’ll never be happy until you’re your own boss.”
At fifteen, I scoffed, a stubborn, cocky, know-it-all teenager. What did my dad know about anything?
He was a slave to his work, often traveling out of town. How did he know what was good for me when I already had a career plan that was better than construction – his occupation.