Jul 22, 2026 | A Day In My Life
At my age, sleep is something that frequently runs away long before I’m ready to actually get up. Sixty-eight years means a lot of past, and that stuff rises up in those dark hours sometimes—not to mention a laundry list of aches and pains, most of them parting gifts...
Jul 21, 2026 | A Day In My Life
The interview took place in the club house where the home owners association meetings were usually held. It was an airy room overlooking the pool and tennis courts, both of which were rarely-used but jealously guarded by the mainly baby boomer residents of Deerfield...
Jul 20, 2026 | A Day In My Life
When I was eleven, the age my daughter is now, I spent hours during summer in my grandmother’s shop, tucked in the cool nook beneath her office desk. Mostly, I read there, but if I’m honest, when Grandma Butterfield wasn’t looking, I’d peek inside the desk drawers. I...
Jul 15, 2026 | A Day In My Life
Katrina Chopin woke up one Saturday morning and decided to do something she’d never done before: she would visit a psychic she’d come across in Chula Vista and ask what her future held. Ten years ahead seemed like a good measuring stick. With her parents...
Jul 14, 2026 | A Day In My Life
Good leaders delegate. That’s why when Brianna and Sarabeth complain they were supposed to have room 16 at the front of the house, not room 26 at the back, I send them to Zara, the junior I strong-armed into serving as Property Chair, and when a sophomore whose name I...
Jul 13, 2026 | A Day In My Life
My sneakers hit the concrete with a thud as I began my run. Early morning was the best time to run on the historic San Antonio River Walk, with the lack of tourists and cooler temps. “Hi, Liz!” a deep voice called out. I turned toward the river and saw one of the...
