Some people can walk up to other people and with the childlike confidence or perhaps innocence make a new friend. Like when we were in elementary school and landed on the ground after jumping down from the monkey bars. We …
I seem to have lost a few friends this week over my opposition to proposed measures to ban all Muslims from the United States. Some authors might hesitate to speak out against demagogues like the erstwhile Donald Trump in fear …
As my Facebook newsfeed fills with snarky barbs, I sigh and fantasize that the 2012 Presidential Election on the sixth of November has already passed. I could write about the decline of manners; after all, it’s a time-honored pastime to …
I am honored and excited to introduce my dear friend Deborah Bryan, the author of The Monster’s Daughter and Memos from Your Closet Monster, as our guest today. What first struck me about Deb (besides the swell name of her …
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I looked up when I heard the angry tone. I searched the faces in the crowded classroom. Who was she talking to? Why are they staring at me? The more she said, the more they stared at me. Like a …
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Over the last 24 hours, a dear friend and I have been having a deep talk from one coast to the other about conflict. To read Deb Bryan’s take on why conflict is good, please swing by her blog, The …
I made it to the lake for a ten-miler at 6 p.m., and a mile or two into the run, dark storm clouds raced like black war horses from the western side of the water. The wind picked up and …
At the bus stop this morning, my neighbor said to me, “So has your friend headed back to Seattle yet?” I nodded and felt a little sad. “Yeah, we took Sam to the airport in the afternoon. But we had …
Friendship, Racing and the Missing Marathon Mile I jogged up the hill and spotted Sam R. about 10 yards in front of the finish line and we grinned and exchanged high-fives. Sam’s Rapunzel-like, silver-blond, braided hair glinted in the …
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Please Note: Name and Locations have been Altered to Protect the Confidentiality of People Mentioned Below My day started well enough, or at least it started like any other Monday. I woke up, glared at the clock, winced at the …