The other week I was with a group of my husband’s extended family, most of us there from out of state. We were gathered in our Airbnb and...

Back in high school, a Homecoming dance, an eavesdropped conversation, and a friend in the throes of childbirth, merged to place me in a...

I was in the kitchen listening to the piano fill the one-story house, the notes bouncing off the wood floors, the wood wall, and high...

We can see ourselves in everything. We can mirror everything, too. For example, I can see myself in the stately oak tree in my front...

When I wake in the middle of the night, I hear the rain battering the windows and my wherewithal. Where am I? I’m awake in the wild of...

Cranium. This was his word. “Can you please give me the definition?” he asked. Cranium. The part of the skull that encloses the brain....

I opened the curtains in my bedroom the other morning and there she was, Forsythia, on the side of my driveway making her flowery...

I was sitting upstairs at home as my husband watched a movie downstairs when a sinuous tune spilled out of the TV and traveled up the...

Last August, out of nowhere, my mom’s eightieth birthday dropped from the sky. Maybe it’s better to say it floated down slowly like a...

The most surprising discovery I made when my family moved to Turkey for a year for my husband’s work was the odd fact that the world...

The Division of Motor Vehicles, or DMV, is one of the most beloved places in America. If you don’t live here in the U.S., please know I’m...

Yesterday, I woke before the alarm and had some time to kill. Isn’t it sad I’d do that to time? Time is precious, and yesterday I chose...

We get together two to three times a year. Nancy is the driving force behind our gatherings. After enough time has passed since our last...

I still remember a conversation I had with someone long ago. I’d casually stated in passing that we’re an animal, and this roused my...

There you are, standing under the moon on a snow-covered trail in the middle of winter in shorts. You’re getting hypothermic by the hour....

Windows have framed my understanding of life. They’re a quiet invitation to imagine an alternative to the moment in front of me, to see...

Monday: Here we go again. The first possibility of snow of the winter and I’m circling like a spinner-top dog chasing its tail. Round,...

The sun had twenty minutes before its tail was gone and darkness would take over the wooded trial I was on. The leaves, which had been...

Steph, wake up and smell the coffee — and the eggnog. Life is right here. It’s Christmas. Why are you fretting over the tiny things? Why...

It was the end of a long day at the conference I attended last week when an amateur talent show played out on a small stage to about 100...