First of all, I’m alive. I made it home from Montana. At the moment, however, I would almost accept death. I disembarked from my plane…

I’m flying this week. I’m not afraid to fly. I actually love to fly. It feels cosmopolitan and cultured. And who doesn’t relish the inherent…

My husband was on an excursion in the Canadian wilderness. Trips like that reduce communication routes to satellite phone, for contacting the trip outfitter, and…

It’s my birthday. Don’t wish me well. I’m clinging to my 40s like Chrissy Watkins clung to that buoy in Jaws. I’m sure some women…

The temperature was a dusty 97 degrees. I was parked in a remote parking lot of Yellowstone National Park. Two dark figures ambled on the…

My dad and I sat in his doctor’s waiting room for three hours last Thursday. Three hours. Even without the pandemic, doctors’ waiting rooms were…

I didn’t want to speak with a stranger in my gynecologist’s waiting room. But adventure follows me wherever I go. So yes. I spoke with…

I have a huge problem. Well, I actually have two huge problems. My first problem is The Batman. Do I see it? Skip it? Wait…

You know how sometimes you find yourself in a situation and wonder how you got there? Is this, in fact, your beautiful house? Is this…

“You’ll have to bury this with me.” This is what my superstitious grandmother told the family when we gifted her an opal pendant necklace. Opals,…

Betrayal. It is a deep pain when it comes from something beloved. And believe me — that wallpaper was beloved. It’s a red, blue, and…

You may recall my absurd attempt at camping last summer. Our campground neighbor drove a pickup truck, the kind with a cover that lowers over…

So I’m telling you that marrying an outdoorsman leads to all kinds of alone time. My husband and I have a bizarre dynamic — we…

The social media post was harsh. It read something like, “Why do parents think changing the spelling of a child’s name makes the child special?…

I had an epiphany this week. It came, as I think most epiphanies do, while I was watching Fast & Furious Presents Hobbs & Shaw.…

So I never got to my butchered Christmas tree last week. I have a word limit. Not a self-imposed word limit — my husband’s grandfather…

My holidays were marked by a sofa I couldn’t get rid of and a Christmas tree I accidentally murdered. How were yours? Let’s start with…