Several weeks ago, Mr. Schrock and I escaped the confines of *The Three and took off a-runnin’ for a solid 12 days in paradise. Literally. It was on a bright,

If scientists in the future note a hiccup, a planetary burp in the alignment of the galaxy, I can explain. After years of fielding complaints from my famished, overworked, underpaid, completely put-upon

Sitting across from her in a quaint, used-to-be coffee shop, she says it. “I have an exciting story to tell.” I’m holdin’ my fresh, double-dipped-in-butter hot pretzel, baptizing that baby in a cup of

I’m going to speak on a tough subject today. It was on my mind when I was out runnin’ this morning through green, green, tasseled corridors, cool air sweet-scented with

It was a friend who reminded me of it just the other day. “You told me,” she said, “that it would be (his) story.” And here, she named her son.

It’s me, the storyteller, in on a Friday night. Unusual for me, yes, but so was the tale that unfolded. We’d planned it weeks ago. Nailed the date, wrote it

It came to me, as it often does, while I was out running along a country road. A name, a face; someone dear. She had slipped from my heart to

On a gorgeous summer day, I’m going to offer a quick, cautionary word. In no wise is it meant to be predictive or prescriptive of all marriages in this land

Yesterday, The Cub turned 11. Man alive. What a surprise that whole thing was! I was 38, rushin’ headlong at 40 when the stick turned pink. I’ll never forget it.

Heads up, girls. Today, you will meet other women. Girls of all ages, shapes, sizes and talents will cross your path. The truth of it is that most of ’em