Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, and Mother’s Day is hard for me. It’s another chance for grief to probe into places that have healed over since the last emotive holiday. I miss my mom. I've been looking at pictures of her, and I am overwhelmed by the loss and the laughter....

Mother’s Day is fast approaching. By accident, I just read through an entire box of cards and letters from friends and family that I’ve saved over the years. I haven't saved all of them, mind you. Just the good ones—the original ones and the ones with hand-written...

Conversations between mothers and sons are simple and predictable during the daylight hours. Mothers ask their sons about school, girls, friends, and homework and generally receive uninformative mono-syllabic responses. Boys ask their moms about food and everyday...

In honor of spring, gardens, and snakes that look like garden hoses and bungee cords, I'm reposting a well-loved blog about how an ordinary woman like me kills a snake. This is really helpful information for experienced and inexperienced snake killers alike. I am a...

I drove through the bank line this week (so archaic, I know), and I pulled up next to a car with a mom and teenage son in the two front seats. They were both on their phones, swiping and scrolling, eyes glued on their devices. They never spoke to one another or turned...