Unanswered questions are the curse of a journalist’s existence. Long before I knew I wanted to be a journalist, I knew I had to find answers.
It must be embedded in …
The value of time
My children were young when my mother died – 10 and 6 years old. Gran, as they called her, lived in West Tennessee, 283 miles from our door to hers. …
Goodbye, my dear friend
I had to say goodbye to a dear friend this week. He was just three years older than I am, but his health had been failing for the past several …
Now I lay me down to dream
My nighttime dreams have always been vivid and very real. When I was a 20-something, I did a little research into the meaning of dreams, which gave me just enough …
Just your average addiction
Before today, if you had asked me how often I am on my cell phone, I probably would have shrugged and said, “About average.”
My cell-phone bill remains pretty much the …
In celebration of beautiful writing
One of the things – and maybe the ONLY thing – I love about winter is the permission it gives us to hunker down and do whatever we want to …
Stretching beyond my borders
In four months I will be the age that my mother was when she died. I was 35, and she was 65. While I am convinced that you never completely …
When it absolutely, positively has to be there overnight
There are things you take for granted about yourself. Things you just know. Things that don’t change, so they become part of the fabric of who you are.
For example, I …