Tag Archives: love and loss

This Valentine’s Day looked nothing like I expected. There were no red roses delivered by my dad like there had been for as long as I can remember. There was no card waiting on the counter, no moment that felt celebratory or light. The day arrived quietly, carrying absence with...

My First "Passport" To The World I grew up in a house where popcorn was more than popcorn — it was a ritual. My dad and I would sit in the living room, not just watching TV, but devouring the world through it every Sunday night watching Parts Unknown, which...