She closed the book. Silent. Digesting. She loved to read, devouring the pages faster than an army of ants at a picnic. It wasn't a new...

She looks in the mirror. Who am I? she asks. How do I not yet know? I’m a mom, daughter, sister, friend, wife, teacher. No, no—those are...

Photo by jonas mohamadi on Pexels.com Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. John sat, swaying to the rhythmic motion of the subway car....