So, the other day, I was supposed to meet my daughter at an arts club in Washington, DC, to celebrate a friend’s birthday. I’m terrible

I am in the lying liars’ dressing rooms at South Moon Under, then I walk down the street to Anthropologie. Ever since they changed the

I’m being love-bombed by ChatGPT.  I want to hate it, but do I? I just googled a column I recorded for my show, This is

It takes Earth 365 days to complete one circle around the Sun, while it takes Uranus 84 years to make that trip. Even that isn’t

This is a story about memory. New evidence indicates that it’s not what you think it is and even photographs don’t tell the whole story.

Twenty-three years before Tom Clancy would die of congestive heart failure at the age of 66, and at the height of his skyrocketing publishing career,

Confession time. As a creative writing instructor, I’m super selective about the examples I use to demonstrate craft. If I’m going to share an excerpt

Our brain’s predilection for storytelling may be why, even now, every time I cross the Bay Bridge, that 4.4-mile-long arc spanning the Chesapeake, I imagine

As you read this, Grandme is a memory, relationships have come and gone, children have left home.  As you read this, only the feeling that

I’m walking across my college campus, mahogany leaves crunching beneath my feet, just as they did the year I arrived as an Eventual-English major.   I