Nothing prepares you for the moment you have to be there for your mother as she loses her own.

Each stolen glance feels like a jolt of sinful delight when our gazes meet. As forbidden as it may be, loving you is all that keeps me...

a poem about seemingly another emotionally absent man

To know you is a privilege. To hold you is a kindness. But to love you is all I have ever known. Mornings filled with dripping sunlight...

History repeats itself just as it did several years ago. When I met you, I couldn’t recall a time before then when I questioned anything...

What does it mean to be a father? Biologically, he gives half of what makes you. A carrier of traits, of disease, of habits, A vessel for...