At the library in town. My computer is suddenly jazzy. Weaves in and out of google, email, photos, Facebook, and websites with ease,...

If I believe in behaviors, which I surely do, I have a big case of this mama-thing. Even with people who are not related to me! Surely...

In 1958, I was a fourteen-year-old girl in North Little Rock. As I think about that city, it seems like every day was hot. I know that...

My eyes. They hurt. They need rest from reading and writing. I’ve been trying to meet deadlines. Self-imposed, of course! Two days ago,...