In the 2007 movie, Freedom Writers, Hilary Swank’s character tapes a line down the middle of the room. When I think about lines separating a r...

In January of 2015, I said goodbye to my faithful dog, Mocha, after 14 years together. She helped me raise my children. I looked after her lit...

 On Easter Sunday, I watched my family scramble madly in search of elusive clues that would take them to their bag of ammunition – a bag full...

“Memories don’t have an address,” I told my father one afternoon several years ago. He was grappling with deciding whether to sell the family...

Fortified with several glasses of excellent Pinot Noir, the assurances of a friend, and a sense of bravado, I walked into the circus (aka th...

I find it amusing how our most significant Ah-ha moments come at the oddest times.  As a houseguest at a friend’s home last weekend, I had on...

 In August of 2004 I walked the section with my mother-in-law. If I had been in California, I might have said I walked the neighborhood, but...

“They carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die. Grief, terror, love, longing--these were intangibles, but the intangibles had th...

 In 1951, the former mayor of Cincinatti introduced Louise Noun as the "the gentlest person who ever threw a brick." Noun, a feminist and his...

 At the crossroad of I-80 and 35, sits the heartland of our country and the hotbed of political debate - Iowa. Sick and tired of political ads...