A sweet, hunched-over old lady pushed her cart slowly and deliberately through the aisles of the commissary. I had been stuck behind her in several aisles and I confess I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she appeared to be in no particular hurry. Rolling my eyes and searching for the perfect moment … More United.
I spent most of my Sunday on airplanes flying from one end of our country to the other. At some point, far too early in the morning, I glanced up at a screen in one of the airports and saw the news about Orlando. Later that night, I sat at my kitchen table and read … More On Orlando