The lights of the room are too harsh, the pale blue walls swallow any other color, and the cold tile floor is life sucking. The familiar...

Hallie's truck seemed to lean into the music just the way she did, on those last miles of the paved road corkscrewing up into the Sangre...

The Spiritual Practice of Girl DinnerI believe in bread the way some people believe in prayer. In the quiet of a late evening, when the...

Well, yes, we’ve made progress. But we keep fighting the ubiquitous unremitting youth culture and all the stereotypes we’re expected to...

Wherever we are, my mom and I love to go to diners for breakfast. We relish the low-key ambience, the speedy service, and not least, the...

I clicked off the hairdryer. "Oh, shit. No! Where is it?" I came out of the hotel bathroom and saw Maggie frantically searching through...

It’s better to meditate at sunrise, they say. Inhale two, three, four,  exhale two, three, four. I close  my eyes to look for my nothing...

“You should wear makeup, dearest, and find yourself a boyfriend.” Madame Constantinescu leaned and kissed me goodbye in front of the...

The squeal pierces the quiet Sunday afternoon. Unmistakably swine. I lift my head, wipe my bottom lip with the back of my hand. The muted...

a young girl in a white vest bombed  my shoulder and politely said “sorry madam.”  For a second I wanted to slap her back.  Instead I...

One Christmas, my husband gave me a gorgeous new pair of Women’s Power Streaker Winged Flyers RD 9560s. Six months later, with the grass...