A comforting poem.

Each year I try to prepare myself spiritually and emotionally for the onslaught of continuous "holiday merriment."

It's creeping up on us. Almost here. Just a few more days. The calendar doesn't have to remind us. We can feel it in our bones. In our...

I saw a sign that read "I wish heaven had visiting hours." I wondered what I would bring my son Chad if I could visit him there now.