Anyone who was raised by my mother learned a lot of lessons, whether they knew it or not, about quiet strength. My siblings and I handle things in vastly different ways, but it is impossible to deny that we all picked up a good bit of Mom’s durability and resolve along the way. Four years ago [...]
I’ve always had a tremendous respect for our armed forces and this country’s amazing military. That respect was instilled in me by my father, a Marine who was wounded in Vietnam. The most serious of his injuries, however, weren’t inflicted by guns, bombs, or bayonets but by the hell and atrocity of war itself. He struggled [...]
I just received word that my father passed away yesterday. He was a great man who never fully recovered from the scars (physical or emotional) sustained in Vietnam, and he will be deeply missed. As one might expect, I’m taking a few days off. Please keep my family in your thoughts or prayers (if that’s your [...]