by Jennifer Pruiett-SelbyThere aren’t enough hours in the day. There’s never enough time. And no matter what we do to budget or plan, the inevitability of its expiration is omnipresent.
by Dr. Donna RobertsThere is a myth about childhood—that it is carefree and without serious worry.
My mother loves cooking. She lives alone so she will cook a big batch of something and keep a little for herself and bring the rest to our house for our family to eat. Some of it is great, but many times we just don’t like what she cooks.
by Angela KubinecAfter being diagnosed with irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), I conducted a thorough research of the illness, using WebMD and other sites with scary pictures of people’s insides.
by Dr. Donna RobertsDid you ever recount an experience from your past, only to be told that’s not how it happened?
My son is in 1st grade. I have recently separated from his father, so he and I are living without a Dad in the house. School started recently and while he says he loves school he completely falls apart when it’s time to go.
by Angela KubinecI have been working on a script for a movie that harkens back to the tradition of righteous revenge in the fresh light of the twenty-first century, an age where some dogs eat more nutritious food than people.
by Emile DeWeaverWatching the coverage of the Ghost Ship fire that struck my hometown of Oakland, I’m struck by how, as a nation, we play the blame game.
by Dr. Donna RobertsA childhood friend recently posted a nostalgic meme on Facebook. It was all fun and friendly. Until it wasn’t.
by Angela KubinecI have written a volume of poetry, a manuscript intended to be read as a body of work by someone with refinement and sensitivity, such as yourself.
I love fixing things—fixing problems, leading committees, volunteering for the needs of the community, etc., etc. The problem is everyone knows this and I can never say no.
by Dr. Donna RobertsDo you have a good memory? Are you sure? After all, you probably don’t remember what you don’t remember.
by Emile DeWeaverI have this thing I do when I see a book lying unattended. I check the copyright page to see what printing the book is in, and then I read the first sentence of the first chapter.
Dear Dr. Donna: My daughter is in an abusive relationship. Her husband is very controlling and there have been times when he has gotten physically violent with her.
Our pulses are quickened by the prospect of a literary catfight, just as the hearts of men beat faster when they approach the scene of a high-stakes sporting event.