My Mother Taught Me to Worry

Every once in a while, after  having evinced a worrying nature to one of my friends, I always follow up by saying, “My mother always taught me to worry and I took her to heart!” Here are a few...

The Magician

Long ago there was nothing but Moon and her old father, Sea. There was no land yet, just the ebb and flow of tides, and Moon lived below the water, not above. She was young, beautiful, and lonely. When Night...

This Does Not Compute

“Wait. Let me understand this. You’re going to put me on a monthly support plan so I can pay you all year to find out what doesn’t work tonight,” I asked with righteous indignation. “That’s correct...

The Mother Lode

SHE SAID Can you guess what the month of May represents? Probably not, so let me give you a hint. This is the month that (most) men go out of their way to make the special women in their lives happy. (I...

Editor’s Note : May 2014

The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world. When poet William Wallace wrote that line in 1865, he was probably thinking about a feminine hand guiding her offspring to maturity. In 2014,...