About 

Lucille is my daughter. She is actually one of five children. I merely chose her name because the first letter I wrote was to her. This is for each of them. Parenting is a wonder and, at times, overwhelming. You want to teach your children everything, but you don't know everything. This is an attempt to share a few ideas I hope my children will find useful. It is my wish that it will provoke them to be more thoughtful and empathetic.

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Empathy is often born of grieving. My brother passed away from suicide in 2018. This brought a depth of sorrow that I was unfamiliar with and which felt entirely crippling. Writing became a catalyst for understanding and healing. I am convinced that creativity has the power to draw us nearer to God and those we love. Grief serves as a constant reminder of love and loss--the former the victor each time we relent to a healing only heaven offers.

 

To my children, and anyone else who may read from here: You are loved. The best is ahead. Be gracious and kind to yourself and to others. 

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I'm pulling for you, always.

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Note to visitors: hb mercy was simply used as a pen name as I've been working to get more comfortable sharing writing. My first name is Ben.