Aren't you tired? Don't you want to rest? Wouldn't it be wonderful to go a day without worry? Doesn't it feel as though we...

Showered and dressed, he stood there looking like a different kid than he had in summer. Taller, broader, deeper of voice. More independent....

Running isn't for the faint of constitution . And no one needs the benefit of an iron gut more than the families of runners. We may be a...

 She had a plan. It involved the DMV, circling around the block with the buffer of about 55 hours of parental driving lessons since she turn...

 A new and unfamiliar school year is barreling toward us with some sorcery that seems like slow motion. Maybe that's because it feels li...

The calculations for rush hour always lasts well into two. Add vacation to the equation, and a person must factor in two more hours no matte...

 My wrist started buzzing.  It was my watch alerting me to the fact that my daughter was calling. I was somewhere between Harris Drive and G...

  Visible steam and foul language circled the air around his head, so we knew to make ourselves scarce. It T minus Go Time and "The Dad...

The house is too quiet.  Morning came and went, and the boy didn't wake.  The dog stretched out in front of his closed bedroom door, wai...

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...