Sometimes it feels like I’m holding the sky up with one hand, while juggling sandwich-generation family matters in the other. I know I’m...

Raise your hand if you worry about the survival of democracy in the United States. I see you. Given the recent “Trump years” of fascistic...

To all those who care about women’s rights, I have a favor to ask: Please stop spreading The Handmaid’s Tale memes. You know, those ones...

The Muslims have Mecca, where millions gather every year for the Hajj. The bulk of Christianity has the Vatican, overflowing with...

“Liam got his period,” my middle-school-aged daughter casually mentioned. That was about five years ago, and it was the first time my...

I never shoot the breeze anymore, even in the middle of a casual conversation. You won’t see me sweating bullets under any circumstances....

This month’s post on reducing gun violence (The Gun Problem and a Silver Bullet Remedy) prompts me to highlight a remarkable and...

The Women’s March four years ago was a reflexive response by women who felt cheated by a system dominated by men since its inception. I’m...

One could say that America was born from rage and grows from rage. I learned that firsthand at the Women’s March four years ago, when my...

I’ve always had a nagging sense that we humans hold far more power than we realize—yet we keep it out of reach, always just around the...

Every time the nurses or doctors came into my daughter’s hospital room, they shuffled through her chart, puzzled. “Did they forget to...

My last post (Designing a Better Map to Guide Us) spoke of a hopeful future and a unified US. But I have to confess that the current...

Every now and then my petulant 14-year-old daughter will extract herself from the latest viral TikTok video and declare her thoughts...

Earlier this week, an intense windstorm knocked out our power for several hours. Today is the third day of an orange sky casting an eerie...

“Do you think it’s possible that humans will ever evolve beyond war?” I asked, casually sprawled on the dorm lobby sofa. Mike’s response...

As evidenced in The Illusion of Progress, one thing that gets me through these ongoing moments of collective stress is to zoom out and...

My last post, The House that Covid Built, sparked plenty of conversations in our house about which news articles are true and helpful and...

This is the story that told of the people that spread the disease that was caused by the droplets from someone who ate the bat that got...

I remember the first time I heard it — or saw it rather. It was during the Gulf War in 1991 and SCUD missiles were being launched into...

As penance for my internalized girlhood sexism, I am delighted to support an organization that has been around for over 150 years in the...