Home Is Where the Home Is

It should be no surprise that a lot of things changed in the days, weeks, and months that followed my mom’s heart attack. As soon as news reached us, we dropped everything and shuttled down to Florida as fast as we could. We packed quickly, our planning limited to the bare essentials we would need

On Grieving

Early Sunday afternoon, my wife and I were putting together a quick lunch. We had just returned from shopping in New Jersey, where we hit a couple big box stores before making our way to an open house at a condo in Philadelphia’s Old City. We making a short refueling stop attending one more open