Heresy in the Heartland

All the news this week (nearly forgotten already--topics move so fast--but we had a funeral and other stuff going on, too) about book bannin...

I’m eating rhubarb pie on the patio, watching a pair of chickadees hover over the wet lawn, listening to the cool wind rustle through the tr...

A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing. A time to search and a time to give up a...

Like many people, I've spent a lot of time in my head the last year.  It's not unlike my childhood when I pretended my home was *act...

  According to my mom's nursing textbooks, a stage of labor. The worst part, I gathered from her friends. Tugging and stretching from th...

The truck stop toilet bowl Swirls red Empties with a whoosh. Why was it red, Mommy? Mommies bleed sometimes. Does it hurt? ...

When you're working in the kitchen listening to the radio, do you ever fantasize about being one of those voices? About being asked que...