
Love is an Action Verb by Laura J. Oliver
Leah, my terrier mix, and my one-year-old granddaughter are similarly wordless in their expression of affection. My granddaughter, who has just learned to walk, toddles

Leah, my terrier mix, and my one-year-old granddaughter are similarly wordless in their expression of affection. My granddaughter, who has just learned to walk, toddles

I’m in a standoff with a carpenter bee. I want to love her because, well, she’s a bee, and her kind is in trouble,

Massive cliffs overlooking the Colorado are just now turning rose in the morning light on the restaurant patio of the Red Cliffs Lodge in Moab.

At the airport, I can’t believe I don’t have to take off my shoes or present a clear bag of toiletries. Last time I came

Have you seen this? An unshaven man in crumpled khakis and a worn shirt, sits cross-legged on a cold, DC street corner with a tin

I understand that for us to continue to explore heavenly bodies in our solar system, (first up, Mars), we are going to need a base

I was at Home Depot yesterday, staring at the recently offloaded plants displayed on the parking lot, wondering who wanted to come home with me.

Tell someone to check into a hotel, interact with the desk clerk for several minutes, produce a credit card, and get directions to the elevator.

Men and women have been wearing makeup since the time of the ancient Egyptians, when both sexes encircled their eyes with kohl eyeliner to deflect

Lisa is my ride-or-die this Friday morning, and yes, I had to look up the phrase to see what it means. It feels both stupid