I hit a tree, and I hit it hard. I was on my mountain bike, pedaling my inner Evil Knievel through a forest along a narrow winding trail.…
I think I may be coming down with a serious case of senioritis. Since I’m at the middle age mark, you might be thinking, “Oh, you mean creaky…
Who in the world would name a child, a teeny tiny baby, Ignota? My great grandparents, that’s who. I don’t know how old my weird grandma Ignota was…
My red-haired friend in Seattle emailed me a succinct message before the holidays, the kind that is less than 140 characters and cuts to the core: “Sorry for…
It’s 3 a.m. again and I’m wide awake. I don’t know exactly when this change began but if I added up all the starts and stops, it might…
I was 20, spending a summer in Germany. Several times I joined in the local, clothes-free tradition. Whether I was visiting a sauna or a swimming pool, I…
I was in third grade the year my sister bought me a birdseed bell for Christmas. I still remember unpacking that 16-ounce seeded bell on Christmas morning, expecting…
That was the message, scribbled on a torn, scratch piece of paper. It was a simple, easy-to-miss message, and yet it still echoes in my bones all these…
My daughter, she’s a fearless, independent soul with hairy armpits and hairy legs. She is like me, and she is nothing like me. When I was just a…
So there we were, after a five-hour drive across two states, deciding whether or not a dog would be returning home with us. It hadn’t occurred to me…