“I hope that one day something good comes of this.”  The cliche that we’ve all muttered at least once in our life.  This is THE phrase that follows every inexplicable tragedy.  It was included in my eulogy to Simon. As I sit here on the seventh anniversary of his death, I can say that some… See More

One of my favorite songs is Seasons of Love from RENT.  In it, the characters describe all of the ways to measure a year: In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights In cups of coffee In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In truths that she learned, Or in times that he cried. In bridges… See More

In basketball, we hear about “threes” all of the time.  A player lines up behind the arc, lets it go, and drains a three pointer.  This past week, “threes” took on a new meaning.  When the big news was supposed to be about the NBA (finally) starting its season, the stories were much more grave…. See More

What do you get a seven year old boy for his birthday?  Where do you have the party?  Who do you invite?  These are the questions that I expected to be grappling with on a day like today – Simon’s birthday.  For me, and I can only speak for me on a topic like this,… See More