"A place for everything, and everything in its place," my father was fond of saying.  He was a master of organization.  Or at leas...

Our road was thick with cars this weekend, even after the hordes of Halloween revelers departed, leaving streets littered with candy wrapper...

Seven years ago, I started a moms' group. Though I'd never imagined that I'd be the sort of person to identify first as a mom,...

When I was younger, my dreams were filled with libraries.  I'd always been a reader, bending over my literary contraband until the light...

People can be particular about pie.  I should know. I'm one of them. According to my pie Rule Book, apple pies have apples in them. ...

"Your first night driving home in the dark," my boss commented, nodding towards the window as I gathered my things to leave work. ...

I was eleven.  My aunt and uncle, in a moment of uncharacteristic attentiveness to my interests, had bought me a copy of Jane Eyre for my b...

I work at one of the most prestigious institutions of higher education in the world. The students, while they do come from all over the ma...

When I was in graduate school--the second time around--I took a Philosophy of Education course in which we were assigned Aristotle's Eth...

Plink. The yellow gas light flicked on, and I may have cursed under my breath.  That light never goes on, because I am slightly obsessed ...

The visiting minister who gave the sermon at our church this past Sunday said that every minister has one sermon that they keep preaching ov...

I've been good.  Really, really good.  No cookies, no cake, a spoon or two of ice cream.  Minimal processed sugars and dairy.  Low carb,...

So we didn't celebrate the Superbowl.  We don't have a TV, anyway, I don't care about the commercials, and I wasn't really ...

In my family, cake matters. Birthday cake, that is. Some birthdays, believe it or not, warrant cake from a box.  I know that you will al...