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You Never Know

About a week ago someone gave my wife and I some old photographs of my son Evan (Laurens twin brother) and Lauren when they were four months old. WOW, the first thing my wife said was “We look really tired”, Read more…


The Best Year Ever

One of the great things about New Years is that it is a new year. A chance to start fresh. A chance to erase the misgivings and mistakes of our past. I love a verse in the Bible, 1 John Read more…


I want to but I won’t

In the new movie Ben is Back, there is a scene where Ben (Lucas Hedges) and his mother, Holly (Julia Roberts) are at a cemetery. Holly says to Ben “Tell me where you would like me to bury you.” A Read more…


The one thing I would do differently

The other day I noticed a state police vehicle, ambulance, and two cars on the side of the highway. As I got closer it was evident there had been a serious accident. Seeing the car with the level of damage Read more…


It’s the Little Things That Matter

Yesterday morning, Thanksgiving Day, my son offered to give some friends a ride to the airport. It was a nice thing to do especially because he had to get up at 4AM to make it happen. I had to be Read more…


These people are trying to help us

This past week I had the opportunity to speak at a very special event. It was the Arnold Markle Symposium at the Henry Lee Institute of Forensic Science at the University of New Haven in CT. It was a gathering Read more…


It was too late

As I write this it is 468 days, 1 hour, and 7 mins since I received the worse phone call of my life. Through tears she screamed “Lauren is dead”. Those words hit me like nothing I had ever experienced Read more…


I’m sorry honey

I am sorry honey, there is nothing I can do. This week’s image is from one of my favorite pictorialist photographers. His name is Henry Peach Robinson and he was a strong proponent of composite photography, long before there was Read more…


She’s All Better Now

I remember with startling clarity the feeling of relief that would slowly flow over me when Lauren went to a residential treatment program. It provided an array of feelings and thoughts. The momentary restbite from the constant chaos, turmoil and Read more…


Somebody stop this, PLEASE?

“No Mom, you don’t understand, my mind is going a million miles an hour in a million different directions and I can’t stop it.” That is what Lauren said to her mom after Nereida had told her how well she Read more…