I want to love the things that no one loves. The bedraggled. The dirty. The ones where you have to pick up the edges with…

If a question is so politic as to mouth the words that don't even rise to an audible whisper, can you read its lips? This…

I was ten when my grandmother died. We went to her house in Edinburgh to clear out her things and ready the house for sale.…

I loved driving long distances, so when i was assigned the duty of driving to Washington, D.C. from my then home in Abingdon, Virginia where…

Each morning I remind myself that I have carved out these couple of months of solitude to practice taking care of myself in the deepest…

The so-called "Verdi's Lusciousness" libation in the tall, sweating glass is as advertised: a punchy mixture of sharp bourbon, tart lemon, and viscous Aperol that…

"Lucy in the sky with diamonds!" my four kids and I shouted as I drove up I-5 towards Oregon. That's how we rolled. We sang…

I’m telling myself. The phrase seems to suggest something like a resolution, an aspiration, a mantra, as if talk was a sort of incantation. And…

Retired now, with time to write, I revel in the time to follow my passion, but I miss my students. Every term for about 15…

I look at the daily prompt and let my fingers begin. No pausing to think, I let the story unfold. Often I close my eyes…

I asked my friends about him. They filled me in: he was rich man’s son, smoked two packs a day, guzzled his coffee black, was…

I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself, too far into the future. I’m so tired from this bout of insomnia, though, I…