Last night, a good friend texted me a screenshot. It was the Facebook page of a mutual friend who died suddenly and very young last week, leaving behind a large
I have climbed the highest mountains I have run through the fields Only to be with you Only to be with you Hey Bono, I remember the first time I
This is my least favorite day of the year. As I write this, today is my father’s birthday. Five years ago he turned 70, and that night in his sleep
I always pray differently on the tarmac. Every time I get onto a plane, invariably something happens: I ponder my mortality. Forget that I’m far more likely to die falling in
Last night, a good friend texted me a screenshot. It was the Facebook page of a mutual friend who died suddenly and very young last week, leaving behind a large
I have climbed the highest mountains I have run through the fields Only to be with you Only to be with you Hey Bono, I remember the first time I
This is my least favorite day of the year. As I write this, today is my father’s birthday. Five years ago he turned 70, and that night in his sleep
I always pray differently on the tarmac. Every time I get onto a plane, invariably something happens: I ponder my mortality. Forget that I’m far more likely to die falling in