Brooke is my second of three daughters. She’s nearly 12 years old. She was born on a snowy December
Christmas is a time for family. It is a time for goodwill. And for me, this Christmas is a time for
I’ve met an angel. Right here in our Youngstown community. Not far from where I live. He’s no
The summer of 1968 arrived as bright and sunny as my outlook on life. I was 9 years old. On those
I’d like to tell you a story, a true story. It is a story of despair and hope; of blindness and
Not long ago, I wrote of my friend. I referred to him by the name of Nick. He was a barber by trade.
My grandfather immigrated to America in 1896. He was only eight years old at the time. He left