Let me begin with a confession. I cheated. I couldn’t actually remember events specific to March 18, 2010, or even the month at all...

I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, crying. One hand on my pregnant belly, I’m counting kicks, but that’s not why I’m crying...

It was a 160-gig, white, hand-me-down iPod classic, by today’s standards a brick, cumbersome and heavy. To me, it was five ounces of pure pl

I was fifty-six years old for Chrissakes. I was supposed to know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Hell, I was supposed to have grown...

Emily Gillespie-Lord recollects March 4th, 2010.

God’s truth, I can’t remember where I was on March 4th ten years ago. If I ever had photographs, I've lost them...

There are a lot of things I could have written about February 26th, 2010. Because I am an avid journaler, I documented what happened that da

Move like a ghost; talk like a Brit; scream like a banshee...

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday and this year, we’re friends...

During the winter season of 2010, I painted and installed fences with constant splinters lodged into my girly hands. “I'm sorry I'm not...