When I think of home…

The word “home” stirs the thick broth of emotions like no other. Home is associated as a place where you feel compelled to let your guard down because it is a place of safety. Regardless of what the news headlines may relay about my hometown, I always feel enveloped in a perpetual state of safetyContinue reading “When I think of home…”

When memories come calling…

“You remember the most obscure stuff” is a frequent refrain that I hear from family members, perhaps it is my lot in life as the middle child that has cast this mutant ability onto my reluctant shoulders, but I don’t recall asking for it. Often the memories come rushing back with such deafening frequency thatContinue reading “When memories come calling…”

Is empathy a relic of the past?

Empathy is a element that is missing in action.