Confession: I’ve been looking for someone to tell me everything is going to be okay. Over the past two months, I’ve wasted hours watching astrology videos, reading blog posts. I want a promise....

Tonight I went to the Hyatt Hotel to hear Amor Towles, author of one of my favorite books—A Gentleman in Moscow—speak at the Mercantile Library’s Niehoff Lecture. The Niehoff is the annual...

This spring, my orchid sent out two stalks. Both grew gorgeous, huge blooms that cascade like a waterfall of creamy petals. About a month ago, my orchid sent out a third stalk. I looked at the green...

Another cancellation, another chance to be back on Becky’s massage table ahead of my mid-October appointment. Becky got to work on my back, elbowed the knots, went to town around the right scapula....

Paddlefest is an annual event in Cincinnati. On the first Saturday in August, the filthy Ohio River is closed to commercial traffic from 6am to noon. Kayaks, canoes, and paddleboards take over the...

I had a dream the other night, one of the icky ones, where you wake up in neon cobwebs. Five days later, the damp strands still cling. I was in a massive building complex that was somehow wet...