It's cold outside; snowing, even. According to the thermostat on the wall, my spot on the couch is w...

On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say.

Last night, a couple hundred of us held our collective breath while staring at someone in a dimly li...

Everything's either covered in black ice or white salt residue. Today I watched a postal worker wipe...

All I know is that I see things differently. I have my whole life, but I've finally learned how to s...

This morning was full of rain, but yesterday was frigid. Which means every square-inch of ground out...

Almost 10 years ago, I woke up at 4am on Christmas morning to hike up a mountain in the dark.

Last night was cold and dark; fitting for the end of December. Outside, the wind was howling—streaki...

This week every year, like clockwork, I get sick.

It's been snowing for days at this point. A soft, knee-deep blanket of the stuff means it comes all ...

I used to worry about which parts of myself to share. The whole thing felt risky.

'Twas the night before Christmas—and I, myself, lost in thought—pondered writing a poem, but then op...