When did it become acceptable for adults to bully children? It’s happening, and in my opinion, a society that allows this means we are basically one step above cavemen. Everyone knows that civil ...

As I set my Thanksgiving table for four with my mother’s tablecloth, napkins, and candles circa 1975, I wondered why I had never used any of this stuff before. Like a lot of people, I’ve used the ...

Those of you who have followed my career and my writing over the years are probably aware that my mother died of a primary brain tumor called glioblastoma in 2012. The grief and recovery from that ...

When I was a little girl, my birthday was always a milestone, an indication that summer was in full swing, but also an acknowledgement that July 4 was right around the corner, and this meant we were ...

I got tears in my eyes as I watched my fifth grader walk into school today — her little girl legs having morphed into pre-teen legs, her former bobbed hair now in a mature bun, a pseudo message bag ...

When I gave birth to my younger daughter nearly eight months ago, there seemed to be a new push to educate parents about how to cope with a crying baby. I took home from the hospital a DVD about the ...

I’m not sure exactly what it is about the State Fair that captures a child’s imagination so vividly. But I know that when the fair comes to town, there’s no doubt that we’re going. I have never been ...

I am so excited when my teenager actually talks to me, especially when it’s about things that are going on in her life. I am especially excited when she asks my advice, which is rare these days. I ...

“Mommy, does the governor have to be a woman?” my youngest said recently after seeing news coverage of our female governor. “Wow,” I said, holding back the laughter welling up in my throat. “That’s a ...

This past week, I signed up for two half marathons in the coming year and a 62-mile bike ride for charity. Crazy? No, just looking for things I know I can do with a moderate degree of success. The ...

I don’t think anyone will forget the summer of 2020. Some people would like to forget it, but it will forever be part of our country’s history, and our history as individuals. People will ask you ...

I boiled my mother's life down in to 31 boxes. They were stacked neatly in my garage floor to ceiling full of the practical (dishes, towels), the impractical (paperweights, purses) and the sentimental ...