Author: James Warren
Happy Birthday, Maya! 🎂🎉We love you! ❤️ We miss you! We’re going to go sit at your bench in the garden this weekend, and spend some time with you there, in one of your favorite ...
I am sorry, Tyre. I am sorry that you are no longer physically here, to grace us with your life, your love and your friendship. I checked out your website today. I love how you ...
As many of us gear up to travel to reunite with family and friends for end of year holiday celebrations, we would like to take a moment to highlight the work we are doing alongside ...
Maya was born on March 11, 1971 in Nashville, TN. (I was born exactly 15 months later in the same city.) Based on my birth certificate, I think we were both born at then-named Hubbard ...
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 ...
