In the summer of 2018, a soccer ball appeared at the edge of our yard. I figured it had rolled through the woods and down the hill from the house next door where three toddler/preschool boys lived. They were...
Recently cleaning out our childhood home, my family uncovered lots of treasures. We sold off most in a tag sale, which was dominated by tables and tables of books. But some books I held on to—especially the well-worn ones...
After teaching classes at the University of Hartford last week, I ventured home. I wasn’t looking forward to the commute at rush hour through the grid of West Hartford streets with a stoplight at every block. One saving grace:...
My mind is often full. As a writer and professor, days are packed with a constant stream of things to do, places to be, lectures to prepare, papers to correct, stories to write, emails to answer. The printer whirrs,...
166 eyes stare at me from my home office wall. I’m not delusional. It’s nothing creepy. Our house isn’t haunted. It’s my family’s POP collection. Funko POPS are plastic figures of pop culture characters from movies, television, music, and games....