We don’t set out to be assholes. We start out hoping to do something great, to leave our mark on the world … in an effort to be loved. And then we get lost.
On Mother’s Day: A story of love and hope from a cathartic moment of healing that occurred in my family as my mom was dying from stomach cancer.
When I was a small boy my dad left the family … he came back just often enough to rub salt in the wounds he had cut in our hearts.