"I'm going shopping, does anyone want to go with me?" I was talking to the air around me, fully expecting silence, when the t...

  A new Siena poll reported the nearly eight hundred or so New Yorkers it surveyed have largely accepted COVID-19, and its protocols, as an ...

  My husband's nose crinkled. He fixed his quizzical stare - that of a man who has either smelled something rancid or doesn't unders...

  It's sometimes a pleasant feeling to immerse oneself in the warm, soothing waters of fiction. To sit in a tub of bubbling intrigue, ge...

  A gentle breeze tickled the back of my neck and coaxed me out of a fresh sleep. The zephyr danced lightly around my shoulders before cogni...

I feel a little guilty as I tread upstairs into my room, where I quietly perform my own version of a Mr. Rogers' quick change. I'll ...

 My kids had returned to school for exactly one day - six measly hours at most - when my cell phone pinged with the first COVID alert of the...

I woke up Wednesday to the news that Texas had effectively overturned Roe v. Wade, the landmark decision of the United States Supreme Court ...

The cicadas are chirping, sounding the alarm on another sweltering day. Their drone is a vibrating metallic noise that shakes the trees. It ...

My son was on a mission to find the perfect back-to-school backpack, and he was willing to comb through countless stores, be they outlet or ...

  My father had been taking a breather on a park bench while his grandchildren shopped for summer treasures on this unusually hot-for-Maine ...

We stopped near a small, windowed gatehouse and waited as a man arose from a folding chair and made his way to our car.   The ginger-haired ...

Elise Stefanik's incredulous statements in response to the opening day of testimony during the House select committee's investigatio...

I thought I'd found the keys to the universe outside of a climbing cube at our neighborhood playground many years ago. This was back in ...

It's after six. She's been waiting for an hour to hear the quitting-time whistle: which for her is the thud of my car door and my fo...

I knock on the door. There is no response. I can't tell from the hallway, but I imagine he is cuddled up in a chair with headphones on, ...

 The backseat of the car pinched the backs of my legs as I shifted them toward the window. The exposed flesh below my shorts had adhered to ...

The People for Less Unrest in Marriage (or PLUM), an entirely imaginary and long-dormant think tank of which I have found myself a spokesper...

I saw the opportunity from across the patio, and I had planned to ignore it.   My husband was talking to a nice man, and together they firml...

  It's 9 p.m. My eyes dart from the television to my watch, and, finally, to a window that looks out over the driveway. Waiting and unce...