For years, I’ve stared down pineapples at the grocery store, telling them that I’d enjoy them more if they’d just be a bit, you know,...

Late last summer, we planted a new hedge. Well, bushes that would grow together to form a sort of hedge-type thing, anyway. For almost a...

I never thought I would buy face masks at Old Navy. Or sneak a side-eye at the current supply of toilet paper at Target. Or gravitate...

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,...

When I was a child, one of my favorite books had a hardbound gray linen cover with embossed gold lettering. Inside, bound in between the...

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...

This year, when we piled everything into the car for our vacation, we added all five sets of golf clubs. As much as I don’t love how much...

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...

It’s been sitting there since March, its teal linen cover collecting dust, and its spiral-bound, tabbed pages stuck in the past. Every...

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...

I feel it slipping away. Like an unstoppable tide, I see reopening arriving, and I fear what it will take with it as it rolls back out....

I walked into my office and found a yellow sticky note with a tiny penciled apology from my nine-year-old. During “school” at home that...

Every day they come, this family of deer that lives in the woods behind my very suburban house. They live in a small, narrow strip of...

As I look out the window—the view from which has become a gift—and see the sidewalks that connect to the places I remember, I feel torn....

[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...

For this suburb dweller, the winding country roads I drove offered refreshing contrast to my side-walked, manicured normal, with their...

I don’t like birds. ⁠⠀ ⁠⠀ It’s a whole long tale that goes back to when I was 5 and there was a crow stuck under a bucket in my sandbox....

I slowly walked through my local grocery store. After seeing that the toilet paper aisle was empty, I filled my cart with an attempt at...

When we chose the worn table that sits in our kitchen for sharing our family meals, we chose weathered barnwood beams that had lived a...

We stood at the kitchen island cutting vegetables for dinner when I looked down at my youngest’s hand and saw a weird, gray spot. I asked...