It rained over night. There is something peaceful and soothing about rain tapping against the fabric of the tent. However, it is never...

One of the reasons I love Shenandoah is because it reminds me of my Dad. When I was in middle school, Mom and Dad took me and my brother...

Our alarm went off at 3:30 this morning and we were on the road by 4:30 to drive down to Shenandoah.  Kati and I both had off due to...

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...

Dear Dad, Easter continues to be sad. How does one go from having a holiday be their absolute favorite, to it becoming one that brings...

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...

I was not a cat person. It’s not that I hated cats. It was more that I’m allergic to them and having grown up with a dog, I preferred...