This afternoon I will willingly walk in the doors of what I have started calling, “Kerry’s House of Pain.” I know that the front of the building reads “physical therapy,” but honestly I think that is Latin-based code for "place of torture."

When you are a child, you are typically oblivious to the dangers that surround you. When you are a teenager, you feel downright indestructible. As a young adult, it seems we are just too busy with a million irons in the fire to notice our own mortality. But somehow, as you get older you come [...]

Beautifully painful. Harsh. Irresistable. Honest. A rare look into the complexity and tensions of hope and suffering. And, simultaneously, a frank reminder that the results of many choices can never be undone. I found myself moved by the images of sacrifice by parents for their children. I am moved by the work ethic of immigrant [...]