Finding Courage in Adversity

I think of my father more often these days. At sixty-six, like his father before him, he had a stroke and lost the use of the right side of his body.  At the time I was only twenty-five, and while I admired the determination and perseverance he displayed throughout his…

THE FANTASY OF YOUTH

Ironically, this is my Alma mater! Lately I have been reflecting on the lost optimism of my youth, once such an integral part of who I was. Its absence disturbs me. I want it back! I want to feel all that giddy hope and excitement about the future I once…