(An unedited essay by James Henderson III, as a fifth-grade student) “Oh my gosh!” my mom screamed in the car as my brother, Robert,...

When our kids were young, I loved when they would bring home individual art projects from school each week or at the end of each year,...

I’m no expert, or doctor on autism – I’m “just a Mom” – as one person pointed out once… But I am the mother to four children (our oldest...

I sat and watched my 18-year-old son shake in the hospital bed, his eyes rolling up and away. This time, it was only about 30 seconds...

by Chris Henderson I am at work, sitting at my desk, completing some medical records and Maverick City Music’s song, “Thank You,” starts...

Is there an item in your home that seems ordinary to others but holds deep significance for you? Sometimes, it is hard to explain to...

I have seen some beautiful mountains over the course of my lifetime. Growing up in several U.S. states and in Germany where mountain...

On a department store rack years ago, there were five brightly colored ties —so bright and childish that many shoppers probably passed by...

This year’s significant birthday marks on my calendar a reminder of passing time and has me asking many revealing questions. When my...

"What am I supposed to do if there's no you?” The first time I heard the song, “Soon You’ll Get Better” by Taylor Swift, I immediately...