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Lee Weaver, the veteran actor whose career spanned over six decades and whose work left an indelible mark on American […]

Barry turned eight on a gray afternoon that felt heavier than most. I wanted balloons, candles, something bright to mark

I’ve been financially supporting my twenty-seven-year-old grandson, Silas, ever since his parents went through a divorce that felt more like

I still remember the way the fluorescent lights flickered in that cramped office three years ago. It was a Tuesday,

First vacation in three years. HR said my “position was being eliminated,” “bad timing.” I was sitting in a terminal

“You never help with the kids. Step up!” my wife, Sarah, said. It wasn’t a scream, but that low, vibrating

I lost my daughter stillborn. My sister, Mara, dismissed my grief, saying, “It’s not a real loss. Just have another.”

I stood in the middle of a marble-floored ballroom in downtown Chicago, clutching a clipboard that felt heavier than a

I remember the smell of that Tuesday evening more than anything else. It was a heavy, cloying mix of damp

We took on a new project that requires work on Saturdays too. I refused: “Weekend is for family!” So, HR

My stepson never ate my cooking and would bring food from his mom instead. One day, I prepared his favorite

When I used to imagine retirement, I pictured something lighter than my working life. I thought my days would stretch

I always thought I knew everything about my wife. She’s been a stay-at-home mom since the day our first child

For fifty years, a woman lived alone on the 8th floor of my building. She rarely left her apartment, never

Grandma worked two jobs after Mom left. I didn’t tell people that part. When friends asked who raised me, I