Hint: The eggs aren’t the problem. — I’m the first to admit it — I have a problem. No, no, it’s not any of the typical things that automatically come to mind when someone confesses such a thing. Except for the occasional margarita on Taco Tuesday, I rarely drink. I’m afraid of a bad trip, so I’ve…

Confessions of an Adventurous First-Grader — I remember crashing into the concrete wall. My sister should have been more explicit with her driving directions. After all, she was eight years old — two years my senior — and she had done this before. …

Since the beginning of time and in all cultures, people have instilled in their young clearly-defined gender roles. Here’s why that’s a problem, and how we can change it. — Some years ago, being an avid knitter, I found myself with an enormous stash of yarn that I needed to use up, so I called my local hospital with the idea of knitting baby hats that could be given to new moms and dads. You already know what happened next.

It’s good for you — body, mind, and spirit. — You heard me right. Get lost. Go away. Get outta town. Why? Because it’s good for you — body, mind, and spirit. Several studies support this claim. Let’s talk about your body. Do you remember a few posts ago when I told you all about our caveman ancestors, fight or flight response, and stress? It…

A Short Story of Love, Bingo, and End-of-Life Decisions — Philomena Flannigan eyed the garden hose dubiously through her bifocals. She wasn’t sure how such a simple thing could do the trick, but she’d heard it was effective. Perhaps it was to her advantage that she was small — maybe she would succumb quickly. Since she’d turned seventy-five, osteoporosis and…

Prologue — Seven hours ago she was alive. Vibrant. Dancing, with that ridiculous gardenia in her hair. For all intents and purposes, she was still alive now; her heart was still beating, her skin still pink, rosy, as if she had just stepped off the dance floor and decided to take a…

It’s easier than you think to turn negatives into positives. — I could hear the lovely late springtime chirping of birds just outside. The warm buttery sunshine streamed through the window and onto my cheeks like a gentle morning kiss. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open. I smiled at the beauty of the day and indulged in a long, luxurious stretch. I…

I recall a major turning point in my life. Although it happened twenty-two years ago, it’s still incredibly vivid and sharp. I call it The Pots and Pans Incident, or That Time I Learned to Swim. I had always relished my time with my children. My home in Colorado, with…

Today I risked life and limb and went for a walk through the Little Darby Nature Preserve, 130 acres of jungle habitat twenty miles west of Columbus, Ohio. I can’t be sure, but I think its sole purpose is to preserve mosquitoes and poison ivy. It’s supposed to be mowed…