Author: James Warren
Faith. A word instantly comforting to some and off-putting to others, because it can be deeply intertwined with our upbringings. Some of us enjoyed the faith traditions we experienced growing up, others ran away from ...
I Feel Empty Lost Forsaken Little and young, restless We were a family, a nucleus, now we sparkle alone I didn’t think I’d want to understand, but I do You left. All of you have ...
Personal story sharing, like many things, gets better with time, and I’m no exception to the rule. More specifically, I think it gets better with time when the time is used to practice. I believe ...
She said, “Can we go to the beach?” I hadn’t realized it at the time, but a picture I recently shared of my sister and me was of a time we went to the beach ...
This is National Suicide Prevention Week and YESTERDAY was 12 weeks since Maya died by suicide. I didn’t realize how much I was hurting subconsciously, but Fridays are always a bit different now since we ...
Growing up in New York, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center were a constant presence in the cityscape – and in the city’s psyche. Bland, boring, monolithic. Nevertheless they became accepted over time, and ...
Human connection can be found in some of the most unexpected places. In December 1989, during my junior year in high school, I had the opportunity to travel to Moscow as part of a student ...
“Are we just waiting for everyone on the other side to die, so we can declare victory?” This might be the question we ask ourselves as we observe our behavior and the behavior of others ...
It’s always a good time for gratitude. I think occasionally about my rather brief, but very impactful collegiate rowing experience. Being on the freshman heavyweight crew team at Princeton University taught me some profound lessons ...
A friend #CheckedIn with me last week, during which I shared this description of what my family life was like growing up: Brilliant and Broken. You see, Dad was a doctor. Mom was an opera ...
