In many folklores, a trickster appears in the midst of ordinary circumstances to stir up the detritus of human experience. One day, my...

Sitting at my desk at work, my speakers pump out words sung by the latest pop-music-child-prodigy . . . “honestly I thought that I would...

In my sleep, I cling to the star-crossed lover I’ve been wet-dreaming of for some two odd years. I am confused and scared about sex, and...

My four-year-old daughter has just started preschool full-time, leaving me home alone during the day with her eight-month-old sister. It...

I’m still living out of a suitcase. I departed San Francisco last Saturday with two giant, second-hand rollies and a carry-on bound for...

As a child, Momma always made me look both ways when crossing the street to my grandparents’ house. It didn’t matter that we lived in the...

In 2019, Beck is too tall. I ask him to stop growing already. My thirteen-year-old tells me to relax, that time is a construct, and we...

It’s late afternoon when we leave Wichita. A couple of hours earlier, while I was packing, Mike, my team manager, called and told me I’d...

It would be too easy to say that 10 years ago, I was living a life of freedom. Maybe not freedom per se. More like… thoughtful...

“I heard on the news today that couponing is the newest extreme sport. You really need to write your book now,” my husband David greeted...