Image by author I just got home from my first writer’s conference, and I’m exhausted. I’m sitting on the couch with a vicious roar of...

Image by author Let me ask you a question. First, imagine you and I are about to meet in person for the first time. We’ve chosen...

Image by author This past weekend, I attended my first live stand-up comedy show. I’ve always wanted to see one, but I never made the...

Image by author I was on the stairmaster at the gym, and I had two options for entertainment: look out the glass wall in front of me at...

Image by author Happy summer, wonderful readers. I'm proud to say that I've decided to take this week off from my blog. Are you proud of...

Image by author The other week, I got a head. No, not “ahead”. A head . It came in the form of a plastic corrugated sign — a headshot of...

Image by author I’ll never forget the time my youngest son turned to me and said, “Mom, you do you.” Do you have older kids? Teens?...

Image by author I see a landscape before me. There are two hanging ferns swaying slightly from the plant hook. There’s the tree lichen...

Image by author Time:   [whoosh] Life:   Hey, did you just see Time run past here by any chance? Me:   What?? Where am I? Who are you?...

Image by author As one would expect of an avid walker, I was walking the other day. As one wouldn’t  expect, I came across a rather odd...

Image by author I was stunned when the hints and nudges started to come from the back of my mind. “Steph, you’re doing that thing you’ve...

Image by author My momhood kicked into gear as I watched The Tonight Show  one night in 1999. I’d been a simple landlord to that point,...

Image by author When I found out on Facebook, I was speechless. Jane  was dead. How many people must have known her? How many had been...

Image by author A text went out to my extended family the other day. One of our young teen members broke his hand and won’t be able to...

Image by author Sometimes I think about what solitary confinement must be like. Some of those rooms lack windows to the outside — no...

Image by author The term quid pro quo is bouncing off the chandeliers and Mercedes bumpers out there. I hear it because sound waves...

Image by author The noise out there is building. You can hear it from land, air, sea, from without and within, from speech, thought, and...

Image by author It started when my son texted me. “Nice try.” Nice try? I texted back. “What do you mean?” “Nice try on your walk.” Ahh....

Image by author Recently, I went to a Lego art show with my two adult sons. These are the only two people in my life with whom I’ve spent...

Image by author Oh, look. There was Nelson. I could see him through my kitchen window. Great , I thought. Let me say those things I...