resiliency

The other month I went with a friend to see a movie about a father dealing with his drug-addicted son. Knowing this should have prepared me for a depressing storyline, and yet, toward the end of the film, I was fighting back tears. To keep from crying, I told myself to think of something to make me happy. It was a big fail. Every person or pet I conjured made me want to weep more....

Getting through ‘Family Holidays’

I am the daughter of a WWII Army Air Forces veteran … a once eighteen-year-old, Thomas John Joyce, who shipped out of Boston with an Infantry Regiment to fight an enemy in Italy. My father possessed many wonderful attributes—loyal to family and friends, highly skilled crafter (he could design, build, wire, plumb and decorate structures without instruction), artistic, ardent sailor and swimmer, impeccably stylish, honest, kind, always willing to help others, and I rarely heard...

Stuff We Collect and Then Let Go Of