Tomorrow morning, my husband and I will be helping our oldest daughter move into her dorm room at Queen’s University here in Kingston, Ontario. It

Elizabeth and I met in 2018 in Louisville, Kentucky, where we gathered for our creative writing program’s spring residency. Having been first introduced virtually by a

I like being right. Luckily, I’m right a lot. Just ask me and I’ll tell you it’s true. Or you can ask my husband. He’ll tell you

I grew up playing all kinds of quirky games to pass the time on family road trips. One that was almost certainly unique to our

Sometimes we lose. We lose loved ones. We lose jobs. We lose health. We lose dreams. We lose the religious tradition, denomination, or church we

“I hate the church.” His words were harsh and almost haunting as we walked together through the thick morning fog. The man’s confession came from

I’ve essentially quit Twitter/X, and my life is better for it. I joined the platform in 2008 as a young journalist hoping to gather sources,

I spent the morning at Dachau Concentration Camp memorial site, just outside Munich. I wandered the grounds and exhibitions: the roll call area, barracks, infirmary,