I have a decent relationship with God, I think. It feels more human than spiritual sometimes. We talk. We argue. We get exasperated with each other. There are moments when I’m disappointed in Him, and I imagine there are plenty of moments when He’s been disappointed in me. Overall, though, I’d call it a decent relationship. I grew up Catholic. We were all baptized, and I made my First Communion, which was a proud moment for me. My grandparents were heavily involved in the chu

I live with grief every day. It's in my bones. Some moments, it feels like the thing that will suffocate me, but mostly it is the thing that has brought more compassion and sensitivity into my life. It doesn't define me, but it has shaped my life in more ways than I can count. Out of the six people in my nuclear family, I'm the only one left. It was my mother, father, sister's Linda and Lori, my brother Mark and me. Lori passed away from Leukemia just before her eighth birth

I am a full believer in signs. I get them all of the time. If I am stressed, I smell my mother's perfume. She passed away in May, 2011. Today, on what would have been my sister Linda's 60th birthday, she popped in for a quick chat. I play this game called Crossword Master. The tiles at the bottom are randomly generated. This round, the letters came up as “LINDA”. The best part? I was on the phone with her daughter at the same time. She was saying hello to us both. How cool i