Some things never really get old. A box arrives every three months like clockwork. Every three hundred miles to be exact. A new pair of runn...

I was worried about parking. The lot already looked full and cars were still streaming in as I slowly steered my way around dots of colorful...

Good morning! It's 7 a.m. Or is it 8 a.m.? Wait a moment while I consult the magic rhyme I've recited in my head since the custom of...

  The wind seemed to reach over the fence in our backyard to squeeze the hand of a tree limb. It held on like a practical joker with a buzze...

  I've always thought of myself as a brunette. The very picture of me on a swing set in a neighborhood playground circa 1984. It wasn...

To hear the boy tell it, he had been holed up in his room since the year 2011, venturing out only for bowls of cereal and trips to the loo. ...

  I'm trying to will the stress from my body. One breath at a time, I picture the weight of pent-up rage cascading from the top of my he...

 "I don't know how you do it," I gushed to my friend. "I am just so thankful." Where I had run up to brick wall afte...

I stepped on the foot lever, and the lid of the kitchen garbage can sprang open.  As if it were a gaping, unwashed mouth, a waft of sweet ro...

The living room was teeming with activity.   We had come in from the cold and a somewhat impromptu inaugural party in the driveway complete ...

Our house overwhelms me at times, especially now during this pandemic. None of it seems new: My homebound kids still use every dish in the k...

"Alexa, show me something that's funny." My husband's jaw drops as he sits motionless to my left. For the past 45 minutes,...

Just before the clock strikes midnight on New Year's Eve, I raise my glass to the television screen and say a silent prayer.  Familiar w...

"How are you feeling?" "I'm feeling .... fine?" But I wasn't really sure.  I was lifting things. Tensing other t...

A string of red and green colored bulbs - the plastic kind illuminated by a watch-sized battery encased in a circuit-box clasp - dangled fro...

  I trace the delicate glitter trails that line the shiny baubles as I hang them from the porch railings. The sensation is oddly pleasing, a...

I have reached the age when all the things that could misalign seem to do so midway through slumber. Thankfully, I have also reached the sta...

 The hollowed-out pumpkins on our side porch turned from plump grinning orbs to melted, mold speckled blobs that even the squirrels stopped ...