Like half of America, I had been working to pick my battered, bewildered psyche up off the floor at the end of a week that began with so...

On the morning after Trump’s win, I took a long walk along the Cape Fear River. There, not far from where the river empties into the sea,...

Until the last few days of November in Wisconsin, I had been harvesting beets and beet greens from my garden along with kale and...

I did not want to write these words. What I’ve wanted since midnight Election Day is simply to stay in bed with the covers pulled up to...

We were on a week-long trip, visiting friends in New Mexico, and celebrating my husband Ted’s birthday. His birthday is on November 8, so...

On election night, like many of us did in one form or another, I turned off my phone to sleep, woke up in the middle of the night,...

2024 was my year of grieving. In March, after ten years of struggling with one form of cancer after another, my sweet father passed away...

As a young child, I was terrified by the Wicked Witch of the West in the Hollywood adaptation of Frank L. Baum’s The Wizard of Oz . The...

I voted about three weeks early. I snapped a photo of myself with my "I voted" sticker and posted it on Xitter with the statement, "I...

On election morning, the first snow showed on the dry hills above town. Snow line is stark in the mountains, whiteness meets the dark...