Family is like a supermarket bouquet. You’re happy to have it, but you suspect there are better ones out there. Daisies beside tired...

My mother is crying. Sobbing is hard to hide in a small house.            Today, due to oxygen issues, a doctor’s mistake, my brother has...

Naughty, willful, childish disobedience, is usually a luxury. One in which I didn’t often participate. My family was too complicated to...

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School trip to France. Hooray! I took French for just that reason. Surely speaking French meant someday going where French was spoken. I...

When I was 9-years old I volunteered for McGovern’s presidential campaign, without mentioning it to my parents. Nothing major – just...

You’re walking down the street. An overheard turn of phrase. The color of someone’s hair. A breeze. Something snatches you from the...

Evenings get chillier. Days get shorter. Thanksgiving arrives, which is always a special holiday at our house. This is the happiest one I...

Image by Phyllis Chekenian, inspired by this story. Commissioned in Collaboration with Yarnslingers & the WCAA. The air is brisk. Soon it...

My sister Emily often says, “You want everyone to be happy.” She isn’t wrong. That’s my nature; but I’m realistic. It’s impossible for...