Philip in the Pandemic: This Ain’t No Jamaica April 24, 2019…the day my son, Philip, died of an accidental opioid overdose nine days after being discharged from an inpatient rehab. He was 25. The dreaded one year anniversary is closing in on me in mid-pandemic. Only two months ago, but what now seems like a
Editor: This is the poem I chose for Fathers Day, written by David Harkins. You will find both a ‘he’ and a ‘she’ version on the web. I chose the ‘he’ because it says what I want about the passing of a father. I’ve learned that Harkins wrote it as the ‘she’ version, and that
WHEN DO WE GET TO CRY? By Penny Davis Hospice Executive, Published Author and Memoirist Like many little girls, I played nurse. My dolls were lined up in empty Kleenex boxes with various gauze wraps and band-aids on imaginary “boo-boos” that I tended to. I could often be found with one of my dad’s crisp
EDITORS NOTE: DURING THIS MOST UNUSUAL MEMORIAL DAY WEEK, WE ARE RE-POSTING THIS IN HONOR OF ALL THOSE WHO DIED IN THE SERVICE OF THIS NATION. One of the saddest family stories of WWII was the death of the five Sullivan brothers from the USS Juneau in 1942. Below is a their story in brief,
Joe Biden TRANSCRIPT: 5/14/20, The Last Word w/ Lawrence O’Donnell Two weeks ago Joe Biden and Stacey Abrams did a town hall style meeting on MSNBC’s The Last Word with Lawrence O’Donnell. Viewers were invited to pose questions. AfterTalk thought this was most appropriate to our mission. QUESTION: I`m thinking about that quote from