The other morning while I was working out on the elliptical machine at the gym, I suddenly remembered something from 1979. I recalled that not long after the suicide of my 28 year old brother Tommy, our father said that Tom had asked him where he could buy a gun and Dad said he told…… Continue reading Yes, It is About Guns
It was just a year ago that I sat in the passenger seat of our CRV looking through my tears as we sped down the Pennsylvania Turnpike on our way to New York to attend our daughter’s wedding. I was bereft of all feeling at a time when I should have been most joyful. We…… Continue reading WHY?