Day 3: Form of Death – Raw Grief at My Grandfather’s Grave

I kneel before you, grass imprints on my hands and knees... The dirty, gray, aging stone tries to tell me you're not here anymore, but I feel you. A raw, visceral poem of grief written at my grandfather's grave.

Day 2: Beneath the Cherry Blossoms – A Love Letter to My American Dream

You are my American Dream, I found you there beneath the cherry blossoms... In thirty years, we sit beneath the cherry blossoms reading Tolkien or Chesterton aloud. A love poem set against Washington D.C.'s iconic spring beauty.

Day 1: When April Doesn’t Fool – Finding a Friend in Spring Blossoms

I saw you on 21st Avenue today, exactly one month since the accident... You were there today, too, between the branches; just beyond the blue. A tender poem about finding a lost friend in spring blossoms.

From Generations of Gardens to God’s Sovereignty: A Legacy of Faith and Growth

My grandfather's tomato garden connected me to generations of Italian immigrants who knew that growing things meant trusting God's provision. Here's how tending plants taught me about God's sovereignty and my place in His eternal family tree.

Moving Forward Despite Depression: The Art of Doing Things Anyway

Depression whispers that nothing matters, but sometimes healing happens when we do the next right thing anyway. Here's how I learned to take action even when motivation was nowhere to be found.