“Please God, Anything but Single!”
I remember the first time I discovered the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. I was 9 years old and living in Japan as a military kid. Something about this poem captivated me: I
I remember the first time I discovered the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. I was 9 years old and living in Japan as a military kid. Something about this poem captivated me: I
We were walking through the hall on our way to the elevators after a particularly intense class lecture on Nietzsche. I was a grad student working through my doctoral course work and my companion was a
Something felt familiar. I was laying in my bed, consumed by sadness, loneliness, pain and grief. At 17 weeks pregnant we were faced again with a routine appointment that revealed a heartbeat that had stopped.