On Being Simply True

I want to share the events of Wednesday because I don't believe in coincidences. I know that when a certain flawless timing is cl...

Dan with Black Bart/photo courtesy of Carl Botefuhr In 1966, my brother Dan stole a police car. He was nineteen at the time. He wasn...

Last weekend I drove 34 miles to the Laemmle Theater in Pasadena because that was the closest theater showing the documentary Alive...

There is a video online of teachers reading letters they've written to themselves as first year teachers . I found their words t...

In 1991, I was one year into a separation from the man I used to introduce as "the most wonderful man in the world," working s...

It's trash day. I am awakened at 4:00a.m. by the piercing screech of metal grinding on metal. I don't need to look out the wi...

I always feel like I should follow my posts about Thomas with a post about The Girls. This one will be brief, but it serves to remind us th...