Thanksgiving. Let’s break down that word for a moment. Should we rearrange it: Givingthanks. Rewrite it: Givingthanksforwhat. Invent a new word? Hmmm. Why? Well, it is 2020!
Nothing is normal. And perhaps it will never be again. Let that marinate for a minute.
I live with and in gratitude. I’ve survived sicknesses and grieved loved ones who did not. COVID-19 cases are surpassing nearly 250,000. How can one be thankful in the midst of this pandemic and polarized political climate?
This question has been basting in my brain. It’s waking me from a deep sleep. It’s sometimes making me question…
By Dara Levan
I can still feel my clammy hands and pounding heart. The teen years: Panic in the disco. I’m not referring to attending a Nirvana or Depeche Mode concert.
Quizzes. Tests. Finals. The minutes before a math exam would trigger anxiety. I still strive for excellence and have learned to channel the nerves into my writing. After graduating high school, college, and then earning my master’s degree, I assumed my days of testing were done.
Gosh was I wrong. Experiences shape us. Trials and stages test us. …
Leisurely breakfasts and lively dinners will celebrate dads on Sunday. For some people, Father’s Day is joyous and jovial. However, this is not the experience for all children, regardless of age.
This is a tough topic about which to write. But it is a painful reality for many in our world. The seemingly perfect, posed pictures on social media can unintentionally hurt. Chipper cards and sappy commercials can also cause unexpected triggers.
Whether you lost your dad years ago or recently, this holiday can resurrect painful emotions. And I know others who ache because their father may be living, but…