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I miss maps.
You know, the paper kind. The ones that were folded in ways that made it impossible to refold once opened for actual use. And the big road atlas that lived in my battered old Subaru for years and helped me drive across the country from Wisconsin to California...

A few months ago I booked flights to North Carolina for Christmas for me and my son — not always easy, since it involves coordinating diverse travel awards, schedules and airports. This year it was even more complex since he is flying out alone and we...

It could have been anything, but on that day it was the earring that pushed me over the edge. The earring with the lime green flat oval stone, half of a pair that belonged to Beth. The only belonging of hers I wanted. The one thing that always brought...

“If I was lying on my deathbed and I had kept this secret and never ever did anything about it, I would be lying there saying, ‘You just blew your entire life. You never dealt with yourself’, and I don’t want that to happen.”    ~ Caitlyn Jenner
When I was in high school, one of my classmates became the first girl to play on the varsity boys’ football team. Our school wasn’t huge, but we usually had a pretty good team and had just won a state championship the previous year. So a girl named Mary...