I went to bed early last night—nine-ish—and planned to sleep as late as possible. But sleep often eludes me and last night was no...

That means [the kitten] was only a week and a half old when he wandered into my brother’s garage, and it’s a very good thing he did because he was way too young to have been separated from his mother.

Dear Dad, Being a teacher is hard. The actual teaching isn’t, but everything else is. Sometimes, I wonder if I’d find it less taxing,...

Pickrell’s poetry pays homage to the ordinary, the daily events that so many of us ignore. She takes the time to appreciate the small things and her devotion to the Oakland A’s reminded me of my dad’s devotion to the New York Mets.

The term pre-order irks me. It's along the same lines as preheating the oven. The prefix “pre” means “prior to” or “before.” So...

Gaddis brilliantly conveys her emotions on every page, and the loving way in which she writes about her children is endearing.

Dear Dad, Today is one of those days I know you died too young. I really wish I could call you up. I know G3 wishes he could talk to you....

Dear Dad, It’s been five years since I last saw you. Last Thursday marked the anniversary of when I drove you to the hospital. At the...

On Wednesday, my spouse, Kati, made Irish soda bread for dinner. While she mixed the dough in the dining room, Dante, our youngest cat,...

Back in December, my publisher asked me to select a song to represent my book. Actually, she asked all of the Year Of The Womxn authors...

Back in late December, my publisher told me that I should try to solicit blurbs for my memoir. Blurbs are the quotes you see on the back...