In a Million Lifetimes

I have been writing these letters to you in my head almost from the moment you died. There is no real theme, or end-goal with them; they are just my…
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Maybe Is A Nothing Word

I had been sober a few years and living in Ohio when I got the call the that you were in the hospital, the result of a drunken night and…
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Lutetia – Rome Comes to the Seine

The Parisii lost. Now what? After the defeat at Alesia, the world of the Parisii will never be the same. Rome doesn’t just conquer – it transforms. Watch as Celtic…
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Part One: The Parisii

Transcript: Picture the Seine. Not the Seine you know today – no stone bridges, no grand boulevards, no Eiffel Tower piercing the sky. Go back further. Much further. To a…
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The Stuff of You

A Letter to my Father I wanted to tell you – I wrote a book. Two so far, actually. For kids because your niece’s little warrior face inspired me. Since…
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The Weight of “If”

A Letter to My Father I must have been about four when Grandma Lupe died. What was she? 103? 130? To the four year old mind those numbers are interchangeable.…
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I Should Tell You

It’s a Sunday in Paris. I have been here a little over two years now. I sometimes remember how surprised and impressed you were that I wanted to move here…
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