Arctic sounds
byI open my eyes and watch the tiny feet do their little dance under the door. I squeeze my eyes shut, open them again,…
fear
Ten things I did instead of writing an editorial about local government
by“What can we do?” So many people I know are asking this question right now, as the new President of the United States begins…
Running into darkness
byI used to rise early each day to go for a run before the rest of my family woke. If there was even one…
Election adaptation
byEditor’s Note: The following essay is in response to a prompt to share personal stories about the potential impact of the election of Donald…
Donald Trump, caregiver
byEditor’s Note: The following essay is in response to a prompt to share personal stories about the potential impact of the election of Donald…
Do not be afraid?
byOn November 9, the morning after the recent U.S. presidential election, my husband Rob posted a comment on his Facebook page out of the…
A bridge to somewhere
bySomething there is that doesn’t love a bridge. At least on Virginia’s Eastern Shore. Oh, we’re proud of the engineering marvel that connects the…
Baboon bride
byThe summer I turned 16 was the summer of Sgt. Pepper, and I took a job as a zoo guide at Jungle Larry’s Safari…
Little sister hails a cab
byThe first story I remember hearing about my Aunt Ruth was from the childhood she shared with my mother. “She used to take a…
Well-trodden paths
byFar to the north, or indeed in any direction, strange mountains and creatures have always lurked— elves, goblins, trolls, and spiders: —we encounter them…