The afternoon sun reached through the window, shining on my morning coffee. The day had passed without me. I pretended to not think about...

[This article is featured at Fathom Mag, in the October 2020 "Language" issue. Photo credit: Helena Hertz] I was eight or nine, maybe ten...

Really, it doesn't matter whether she was right or wrong. What matters is who I was in response.

[This post is featured in Becky Beresford's Brave Women Series.] When I was in grade school, I counted the days in between visits to the ...

It wasn’t necessarily a deception, but it felt like it. We’d been led to believe something that would change our family forever — somethi...

My mom took my brother and I to a park in a neighboring town that was much bigger than our little burg. I remember how its decorative, ma...

When my middle son was in preschool, one of the moms made a superhero cape and matching mask for each preschooler in the class. Every sin...

Once upon a time, I worked for an Ivy League university near Boston, where my job was to interview and write about students and faculty a...

I saw her, but I didn’t really see her. I was loading my groceries into the back of my car, hurrying. It was almost dinner time and I knew...

[This post was featured over at The Joyful Life Magazine on May 15, 2020.] A year ago, my husband and I looked at each other over our Dun...