A stranger just suggested I find a “real nice photographer” because the images on my wall don’t do me “justice.” Listen: This person...

This has been a year of trials. Yes? We can agree? This has been a year when we have been tested, likely in every area of our lives, in...

I don’t always see it, but the wrinkle between my nose and my lip reminds me of my grandmother Mary. She had that wrinkle. You saw it...

This is one of the pastures I grew up down the street from. In case anyone ever questioned my farm girl past. It is where I spent most of...

It the is the eve of my birthday and a brisk, whistling wind flutters through my window and tickles my blinds. It’s early, before six,...

When I was a child, my family would travel to visit grandparents in Indiana. Along the route were several long, dark tunnels through...

My tenth grade English teacher, Mr. Shank, used to describe my writing as “loquacious.” I think also, “verbose.” I always thanked him for...

Lately I’ve been dreaming about my childhood. I grew up in the middle of farm country in central Pennsylvania, where it was never unusual...

I can hear Auld Lang Syne playing in the apartment next door. My zip code is in Los Angeles, but the walls in this building are New York...

Easter Sunday was cool and gray. Any brightness came from the glare of thick white cloud cover. To be honest, it felt a little like salt...

Day 20 of my self-isolation offers a beautiful morning. The sun is bright but not yet imposing. The birds sing. The air is the freshest...

I moved to Manhattan exactly one week prior to the September 11 attacks. A day that most, if not all of us, will remember with great...

Wednesday morning. My Day Ten. It’s still dark outside. Phoebe, my thirteen pound spaniel mix, always finds her way to me sometime during...

It is Sunday night. Jobless and quarantined, I am sitting at my rickety kitchen table. A flea market find, painted haphazardly with a...