Long ago, I learned to tune out the talk about the demise of the humanities.  As a former English major, I couldn't help but feel like t...

I was given a FitBit, courtesy of Best Buy, for running the BlogHer 5K this year.  Lest you call me a hypocrite , let me be clear: I would h...

I don't generally sign up for inspirational email.  In fact, I don't generally opt in to anything that will come regularly to my i...

On the way home last night, I found myself listening to an NPR story about foraging .  I'm no stranger to the concept; I know that NPR ...

I touched down at O'Hare with two phones in my purse. That's how I roll these days: my spiffy work iPhone and my old scuffed andri...

"You look ... happy, " she says to me, sizing me up one last time before she heads home.  My friend, who had come to see my new of...

When I was little, there were umbrellas.  Mostly I remember my father's black umbrella, the black one with the faux leather handle that ...