War: The Grit In My Teeth

I can’t recall specific details from my wedding day or other monumental milestones in the last 15 or so years. I can still remember how Iraq smelled. How it felt to drive bomb littered routes hauling shit no one needed to places time forgot. Memories are funny like that. I don’t want to carry the weight of it anymore.

Death Doesn't Have the Final Word

My morning was interrupted by a tragedy in my neighborhood. I stood with a grieving mother as the police informed her that her adult son had died. She melted. As any of us would. It was heart wrenching to watch. It got me thinking about death, about life, and most importantly about faith…