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After Joshua died, there was no point in living. Without him I was nothing but an empty shell, or a seething mass of pain. I took the sleeping pills prescribed by the doctor, only to wake up to an even greater emptiness and the disappointment of still being alive. A small shred of me could see that Paul cared, that my mother and father cared, but they too were grieving. Sometimes, I’d dream that there was a way to bring Joshua back, an overlooked cure or a magic trick. An imp

In the small south Florida town I grew up in there was a mile long two-lane road that ran North to South in front of our house. At dusk the streetlights would come to life. They were tall black pillars with perfectly round globes on top. The light they emitted was the opposite of harsh. It was warm, golden. I liked to stand in front of our house and look north as the lights came on, one after the other, as far as I could see. To me they were magical, beautiful and elegant.

The light above me was so bright - and only inches away from my face - that I could feel the warmth radiating from it. I squinted but then closed my eyes to avoid being reminded of the song lyrics “blinded by the light.” I’m sure the words had a meaning other than just literally having my vision pierced, but that’s exactly how it felt. The interrogation began with “I haven’t seen you in awhile, how have things been with you?”. Yes, it had been months, and what felt like t

I lived the way many of us do, eating what was fast, easy, and convenient. I worked on the road. On Long Island, that meant bagels and deli sandwiches grabbed between jobs, pizza by the slice, 7-Eleven coffee. Boxed, bagged, frozen, microwaved. Food that filled me up but left something deeper untouched. Looking back, much of what I consumed was dead. Devitalized. Stripped of the very thing that gives life its force. Light. It took serious illness for me to begin paying attent

Connecting minds, Sharing ideas and tools Making a difference, Listening to hopes, dreams, and needs. Curious to learn more. A slight turn of the head For a better view of people and events As digitized photographic memories Reminds me of my past gone by A stronger scent fills the nasal cavity. My mind devoid of thought And my body feels like a pool of Jell-O. Easing my anxiety A mood booster With a burst of orange and lemongrass Suddenly I feel lovely, Somehow lighter and en