You’re in the fourth day of your drive from New York to Tucson, using a Triple-A map your father highlighted for you in light blue ink. You began today’s journey two hours ago in A[...]

When I was in junior high, my parents decided that they needed to put me through an pricey, pointless form of torture known as cotillion. For those of you unfamiliar with this pret[...]

I don’t understand the traffic in Detroit.  I was teaching an undergrad course, I intended on getting there early, making a good impression, and finding out which student I could t[...]

It’s nearing midnight in the American Airlines terminal at LAX.  Gate 42B.  These marbled and carpeted floors have become all too familiar territory.  This is my fourth flight in s[...]

When I was a skinny, freckled-faced kid living on a semi-farm in Northeast Kansas, the arrival of August meant that my life was about to reassigned at the Jefferson County 4-H Fair[...]

When I angled my car into a spot at the town park on that sparkling Thursday morning and heard something that I imagined sounded similar to a steel bank vault being crushed by a pi[...]