“Hi, Mrs. Connally … ” A newly tall, tow-headed boy  … one of my son’s best friends … had caught sight of me on the track apron.  He noticed...

  It has been so long since I’ve heard her voice ... my newly adult child, the baby I used to call Ittybit. This is not a complaint. Just an...

Anticipation kept me awake.  I switch off the alarm before it rings, and while I’m a little annoyed that planning a run before work tends to...

On the eighth day of this New Year of My Malcontent, I lay on a high school cafeteria floor and tried to relax.  Calm would not come easily,...

As I was trying to shut out the politics swarming like flies around last week’s inauguration, I found myself surprisingly immersed in and c...

  One of my most vivid memories of my mother has her sprawled out on the living room carpet, face up, her legs stretching over her head, the...

  It’s been a while since I shouted at the nightly news while my husband is making dinner, or, howled during morning drive-time segments all...

Almost there. The crossroad is up ahead.  Will I? Won’t I? “Ugh. …” I throw on my car’s directional indicator and hang a right into the gas ...