Our protest at Old City Hall Feb 4, 2016 I cried at the breakfast table this morning, in front of my kids. I don’t do this often, if ev...

I had my first peach of the summer the other day. I took the first bite, pulled it away from my mouth and stopped to look at it, while think...

My father died eight years ago today. I didn't realize this until I was at the coffee shop with Cedar and Brian this morning, and ...

See that picture down there? That's my family. If you're anything like me, you might look at that photo and feel a twinge of envy, m...

When I was nine years old, my mom took my sister and I to Mexico for a vacation. I remember it as one of the strangest and most chaotic expe...

So this is it. I used to think I'd be a lot of things. I pictured myself zooming around in a fast-moving, important car, meeting impor...

One year ago, in the very early hours of the morning,  I gave birth to a beautiful girl named Frankie Rose.  She came into the world as fas...

There is something I've been saying to myself just enough these days that it has become worrisome. It goes something like this, "I ...

It happens to the best of us. The Us I am speaking of are entrepreneurs. That said, I think this story applies to most people, not just the ...

Listen. I want to tell you a story. A crazy thing happened this summer: I fell in love. Now before you get excited about this married mothe...