Making It through May(hem)
OMG. Did we make it? Do I still have eyebrows? Or did I run them completely off when I was pretty sure my hair was on fire for most of...
So, Can We Talk about Guns Now?
Hey. That's me holding a gun. I grew up shooting cans off of a post with a BB gun and my parents have been known to pay out a five...
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...
