The Other Day… by J.D. Crosby

Twas the night before Christmas (The Other Day)  And I was making pies.  Several were...

My wife cried The Other Day…, after she hung up the phone.  As I walked into...

It is April 20th, 2018 and this article is critical to me.  You see, The...

Here I sit, on October 4, remembering my daughter on her birthday.  I have always...

I absolutely hate this date. However, while trying to write about this date, I realized that...

I would like to use the tenth anniversary of my daughter’s death to address something...

 It happens every year, whether we want it or not. Most of the time we...

For those of you who don’t know me, I try to be a helpful person. ...

Everyone, sitting before me is my dog, Varian.  Varian, everyone reading this essay is looking...