No One Expects the Stripper Pole in the Garage
"Hey, Hon, do you know why we have a stripper pole and stage in the garage?" Why, no. No, I do not. This is not how we thought our...
Jupiter, Saturn, and a Sky Full of Hope
Like so many people around the globe, I stood outside last week staring at the night sky, hoping for a glimpse of the great conjunction...
My Standing Date with the Notorious RBG
I'm sitting at my computer, staring at a blank screen, wondering what I could write that could accurately portray a woman of such...
Part II: The Family Trip
I don't know about you, but I grew up repeatedly watching Clark W. Griswold and his family making the too-eventful trek from Chicago to...
Please Excuse Me. I'm Mourning a Tree.
It wasn't just a tree. It was a big, beautiful, healthy sugar maple that made me smile and wonder for the past seven years. It grew...
Cubby II's Gone to Glory
Disclaimer: I would like to preface this by saying that I know that pets truly become part of the family. In no way am I diminishing...
A Visit with Saint Catherine of Siena
I took one step into the chapel. As my second foot crossed the threshold, I felt it. It was as if someone had taken an invisible marker...
The Cost of Community 2.0
Well, here we are again. A few years back, I wrote a piece called "The Cost of Community" about the battle for our middle school. In...
Two Clicks from Awful
This week, my feed was flooded with horrifying images and video clips from messages that children have seen while on YouTube Kids. ...
Officially Published: Check!
One of my resolutions for 2019 was to get something published. Well ... check! I wrote the following piece and submitted it. It was...
