Personal Essay

So, I woke up this morning and barely opened my eyes before I just wanted to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. Suddenly,...

Sunday was a day that I always dreaded in my house growing up. That was wash day. No, not clothes—hair. With three daughters, each with...

What is it about being young that makes you think that you are invincible? I remember when I was young, maybe 8 or 9, and visited my...