If there were ever a contest for the most unique person, I would enter my father, Bill Deguire. He moved through the world with such...

My oldest daughter, Julia, graduated from college this weekend. My work as her mother is not fully finished, but surely this graduation...

I am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...

“You can do it. You can do it. You can do it.” I peeked out my bedroom, looking for my four-year-old daughter. I heard her high-pitched...

I walked alone down the high school hallway, heading toward my locker. I was a new kid, with no friends. I wore an Indian-print...

“You need a theme for your blog,” Karen advised me over our annual birthday brunch. We have been friends since eighth grade, when I was...

“There’s an ambulance at Vickie’s house,” my husband said. We frowned at each other. Vickie and her family had been our friends for...