It is no small feat to fling your leg over a bicycle seat any given day, to strap on a helmet and go for a little ride of, oh say 100...

If only there were a way to perfectly preserve the sights I’ve stored in my mind’s eye these four days in Paris. The beauty of this...

My father affectionately calls our hometown of Vernon, Alabama, “The Little Town that Time Forgot;” an homage to Garrison Keeler’s Lake...

My father was a Marine serving in Vietnam in 1967. I can remember living in Vernon, AL while he was away. I also remember my brother’s...

Is there a dish that defines your upbringing? Your regional identity? One you’re willing to fight for should someone dis your dish’s...

My parents always allowed me full access to their bookshelf. I don’t remember when I started selecting from their collection. Maybe...

Out the living room windows, my eight-year-old eye spies a magical sight. Half-inch flakes float lazily, meandering slightly right and...

I can’t imagine life without indoor running water.  When I try to picture myself dependent on an outhouse, a chamber pot, or levering a...

I am lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts.  Revisions have my mindset lingering, hovering above my story, circling and recircling its...

For most New Jersians living through our “Extreme Drought Conditions,” this means watching their lawns slowly fry or their water bills...

I’m feeling pretty bougie walking the sidewalk into Lake Placid on my own today. I take time to admire the perennials in front of The...

I gaze out the window and watch an enormous brown oak leaf float silently to join her sisters on the ground.  That’s the problem with...

I look around the science lab I call my second home.  It’s in order for the few minutes remaining before my first class arrives;...

I am old enough to walk around the corner from my parents’ red bungalow on Lincoln Avenue and cross the street to school by myself, but I...

I wish I knew how many times I tried to rein-in my off-task third and fourth graders with the expression, “We’re writers during writing...

I hear my southern friends talking about the cicadas a lot this May.  They tell funny stories of manly-men screaming when finding one...

I marked April 8, 2024 on my calendar way back in August of 2017.  I’m not normally a girl with a ten-year plan, but after my friend...

I don’t remember learning to read.  I have a vague but lasting impression of sitting on my mother’s lap, watching her finger move under...

My daughter Emelyn and I are visiting all cozy at my little round kitchen table catching up and eating her favorite soup, creamy chicken...

Dan always complains about how sad it is when the brightness of the holiday gets boxed away in the basement for another year.  About the...