Unobstructed

Today while food shopping, I watched as someone got into position and blocked the doorway.

Last night I logged into Instagram and had an identity crisis.

After recovering from a mental health crisis about 10 years ago, running became a staple in how I le...

The past few days have been downright frigid. Single digits, windy, snowy, blustery—all of it.

When I started writing this daily email series, I hoped it would make me a better writer and communi...

On the other end of the phone, my mom was aghast. "You sound terrible" she'd said. Laying on the cou...

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...