From the moment she covered her mouth and stared bug-eyed at the election results that sent her to Congress, I have loved watching Alexandri...

"How was your drive?" Harrowing. How could it not be? We had ventured away from home for the first time in months. Just for fun? A...

What was I thinking?  A Streak? Forty-one days of consecutive running? One hundred miles in a month? Injury-prone me with the lingering spec...

Summertime rules I don't remember summertime rules or chores that I didn't give myself. Once in awhile I'd clean my room or mow ...

Thud.  Should have been ready. But I wasn't. I had put off washing dishes only to get pelted. As the soft, cylindrical pillow of pretend...

The words tumbled out of my mouth the way all the worst words usually do: Horses galloping out as the barn doors are swinging shut. Yet agai...

Outside. A golden patch of lawn crunches underfoot. Its short, thick blades crackle and break, looking like the freshly strewn straw of a ga...

My children never want to talk about politics. They don't like being in the same room with it, let alone the same car. Especially not ...

We've been watching so many movies.  Some of them – those with crowded restaurant scenes or lavish family gatherings at least – a...

For years I followed nursing home ratings. How many complaints had been filed? How many investigations completed? What percentage of t...

At precisely 6 p.m. on one of the days that end in Y, I was standing on my porch, with my kids excitedly hopping around me, raising a gl...

As small parts tumbled out of the box and onto the deck of the front porch, the tension in every muscle of my upper body ratcheted just one...

The dog's ears casually rise to attention as I move through the house. She furtively glances my way without shifting from her place in ...

"Let go," the teenager instructed as we rounded the corner. For a moment, I didn't register that she was talking to me. H...

I hate my face. It looks like an egg. I hate the up-angled foreshortening and the extra skin apparent when I look down.  When did that...

It's noon on a weekday, and my husband and I glare at each other from our anchored locations on opposite couches. He has the remot...

My sister and I haven't been the best of friends. Maybe it's because we have everything in common, including an all-to-familia...