My friend Andi’s insatiable craving for knowledge has her signing up for all kinds of workshops and lectures. I am more selective in how and
“What would you like to learn about?” “Tell us about your life,” one woman called out. “Well, yes, that,” the tiny woman responded, “but there’s
The moment I felt my foot slip, I knew I was in trouble. I attempted the flip anyway, wanting to impress my 10 year-old friend.
I fear illness. I grew up in a household where dis-ease was the norm. My mother had her first dance with death as a
Like silk whispering across my skin; a gentle mist kissing my soul; kindness unburdening me; warmth, and cinnamon spice; She comes. Of the Earth,
“All I need is to win the lottery,” Mae often proclaims. “That’s not true,” I tell her. “But if I had enough money, my problems