Sometimes it's important to mourn what was lost during uncertain times. It can offer our hearts and minds recognition that we've not endured in vain.

March 4th, 2020 marked the 12th year since my mom passed, and the first time I’ve celebrated this “gnome day,” without either of my parents.

A collection of letters from my father were uncovered as I cleaned out his house. It reminded me why the act of letter writing has such a profound impact.