Stories of Reflection
A collection of stories reflecting on some of life’s most impactful experiences.
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
