When I was a child, my family returned home from a family gathering. As we drove up the street leading to our house. My father noticed a rabbit in the road near the curb. It obviously had been hit by a car but unfortunately had survived

This past week I was invited to speak to two grief support groups in Minnesota. The groups were smaller than my previous talks, allowing for a more intimate discussion of our shared experience. In contrast to the previous groups

Macc has been my constant companion the past few years. Shortly after Amy passed, Macc accompanied me on my daily walks as I wrestled with my grief. We logged thousands of miles together in the silence of the woods and grassy

When I tore the meniscus in my right knee, I knew I needed to make a change to my activity. The constant pounding on my knees from hiking more than 3,000 miles the past three years was taking its toll. I needed an option to stay

There are two weekends on my calendar each year that are non-negotiable for scheduling events. The first is the Cream City League fantasy baseball draft in late March and the second is the Youngquist Open in mid-July.

When Morgan and Carson were growing up with Type 1 diabetes, Amy and I strove to make their life as normal as possible. We openly checked their blood sugar levels and gave them insulin shots. Our hope was that doing so would make