5:33

  This is the first time that I am writing about my father’s murder. Twenty-one years ago, on December 7, 1993, my father boarded a 5:33 commuter train from Penn Station, never to return home.  One stop before Mineola, where he lived with my stepmother and half-sister, my father was shot to death by a … Read more

Shedding Anger

Who is forgiveness for? Is it for the object of forgiveness, or is it for us?  Over the course of my life I have suffered many circumstances which brought me to my knees in fear, grief and rage.  I felt trapped in those feelings for a large portion of my adult life.  To me, forgiveness … Read more