Lessons in heroism from a six-year old

“I wonder why they’re called storm troopers? They don’t even make storms...” he says, staring up at me through those little glasses, his head resting on a pillow at the foot of the bed. Gavin has come to keep me company as I sit here in the bedroom, still resting and recovering from Wednesday’s surgery. … Continue reading Lessons in heroism from a six-year old

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The Death Of Robin: How Grace Killed My Dreams…

As a kid, I always had a very active imagination. I could entertain myself for hours, with nothing more than my own thoughts.  Sometimes creating alternate realities where the fate of the world would ultimately depend on my hand-to-hand martial arts combat skills. Or I’d be heading up some rock band that I single-handedly propelled … Continue reading The Death Of Robin: How Grace Killed My Dreams…