“It’s messy.”  My friend nods. “Yes, it’s definitely messy!” We are talking about the trials of walking beside sons emerging into manhood. I heard once that a boy becomes a man over his mother’s dead body, and boy are there days when it really does feel like a...

The mountains outside my morning window . . . are gone. Where they once stood, only thick, cold, grey skies remain. My eyes say it's so. "I saw it with my own eyes!" Isn't that the surest thing? It's my own eyewitness testimony. The mountains are gone. But sight can be...

All our ambition comes to a head at Christmas. In lights, gifts, baking, parties. We go all out for beauty and celebration of all that is best. And you smile. Because you're a Father. The very best. And when we find ourselves weary worn, sugared out, and slightly to...

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I received the invitation. It’s a busy season, so I tend to scrutinize the events that go on my calendar more than normal during the month of December. But then again the founder of Verity Vareé is my daughter, and her...

I look up the word interrupt and find definitions like these: made discontinuous, followed not by the expected, stop the continuous progress, break the continuity. The word clearly evokes a detour from what is expected. My God-sized dreams have been interrupted . . . by more than I could have...

The origami bird Sam made and taped to Mom's coffin. She loved to watch the birds at her feeder. Today I will . . .Walk slowBreathe deepLook into the eyes of all I seeSitHoldListenSmile easyI will talk back to my to-do list and live this day...