In this time of reckoning and awakening, this columnist felt called to amplify the voice of a friend, sister and truth-teller.
On Monday, I taught my first YMCA fitness class in two months.
My friend, colleague and peer, Michele Anderson, is running for Minnesota State Senate.
I’ve collected all the letters and notes we’ve received during this time of COVID-19.
The blooming of dogwoods triggers an intense longing for my grandparents, George and Mary Ellen Naff.
The other night Matt Coe and I looked at each other and acknowledged we’re entering a new phase of parenting and, perhaps, marriage.
Driving to the airport on Tuesday I heaved a big sigh, hoping to expel all the anxiety and fear weighing me down these last weeks.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine recalled for me the King Saul story from the First Book of Samuel — the one where the Israelites beg the pro…
It’s been a week of conference calls and Zoom meetings from my little desk in Downtown Athens. As director of national programs for the Center…
To march or not to march? That is the question.
In anticipation of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, I offer up this reflection from January 2018. It still rings true to me.
When the Wild Eagle roller coaster opened at Dollywood back in 2012, my husband said something along the lines of, “You’re going to try this o…
My third grader wanted to know what “impeachment” means.
I watched my 3rd grader sing Yankee Doodle Boy with gusto at the North City Veteran’s Day program this week and it was golden.
The woman sitting next to me on the plane cried silently.
One of the most confounding things about the global climate crisis is that it’s, well, global.
The social media hashtag for the week tells me that it’s Working Parents Week — a time to shed light on how families are really doing when it …
When people ask my daughters what they want to be when they grow up, my girls respond with a concrete occupation: “I want to be a dentist,” sa…
As I write this, the outcome of the sales tax referendum is unknown. But you, Wednesday reader, will be wiser.
I’m searching for new words.
As I watched the third Civic Saturday program unfold last weekend, I let my mind wander a little bit through memories and moments, words and t…
There is an historical marker on Sullivan’s Island in South Carolina that complicates the story vacationers envision as they look out across t…
As I read the horror stories that are coming out of the camps on U.S.-Mexico border, I’m reminded of a conversation I had a long time ago with…
For my children, the most thrilling summer activity is spinning the prize wheel at E.G. Fisher Public Library.
Let’s do have that conversation about the preciousness of life.
A few nights ago, I pulled out my old AP English portfolio from my junior year in high school.
A friend of mine asked me the other day, “So, what’s it going to take to save small towns and rural communities? I mean, really? What’s it goi…
The other day I walked into a bookstore and had the delightful thought that, in my lifetime, I will never run out of books to read.