I'm proud of myself. That's not something I say very often. In fact, I couldn't remember the last ti...

I've been thinking a lot about how people used to tell stories and how that's changed. How all of us...

Some days, you discover you're still cradling a coffee mug that's gone cold.

It’s the beginning of January and I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, staring down at the phone in my...

Other than the podcast I was listening to, the only sound I heard came from tires sloshing through t...

I used to dream of hitting a big, fat pause button that could stop time. Those dreams offered little...

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