“If only you had held one or had any education about them, you’d get it” The first time I held a gun, I was under 10. I was in the back yard area of my grandmother’s house and the target was aluminum cans. My grandma was behind me, coaxing me…

It’s finally warm enough to restart my morning walks, trading the rowing machine for pavement. This morning’s air crisped my skin to a definite coolness that melted once I was inside. I walked about fifteen blocks, past yards full of dandelion poofs and lilacs, ant hills moving slow like thick…

Spring is…well, springing. A bit. Finally? I want to say it’s late to the springtime party, but I know that isn’t true. Every year I think our spring has sprung later than normal and then I look back, or read back, over notes and journals of previous years and see…

I quit Facebook*. It wasn’t a one-moment sort of thing, like I had imagined over the years. In fact, I’m reminded of that Friends episode when Chandler was trying to quit the gym and failed, over and again. That played through my mind in the months preceding walking away as…

A black cat walked directly in front of my car. He was in no hurry to get anywhere, casually sauntering and looking me dead in the eye, as if to dare me to disrupt his leisurely pace. My first thought was about his cuteness. …

I’ve written many love letters in my life. As a writer, I’ve always organized my thoughts on paper much better than speaking. I can delete and erase and rephrase and get my sentiment just right. Something my too fast for my mouth brain can’t always accomplish. …

To be resolute means to be unwavering or determined to follow through. You purposefully mean to do something. Except, maybe, in January when it means to have a lofty goal to completely overhaul your entire existence and then ignore it almost immediately. Funny how a definition can change like that. …

I recently ran up against a fragile male ego. It surprised me. And then my surprise surprised me. I think we navigate life under a certain set of expectations. …