My grandfather wrote poetry. He wasn’t famous for it, and I don’t think he ever got published, save the collection of his original poems he gifted to his children before he passed away. Whether his love of words inspired mine, or if I was just naturally born with a love of communicating through writing, I…

When I was a child, eager to move on to the next best thing, my mother would always say, “Don’t wish your life away.” I’ve found myself reciting this same line to my son as he spends his days looking ahead rather than finding joy in the present. I want him to learn to love…