From her perch atop El Panecillo hill, the 148-foot winged Virgin kept watch over the city of Quito.…
As an artist, I’m a keen observer—I always note the details that make each individual unique. But there’s…
Bedtime was miserable for me when I was seven. The attic door just outside my bedroom had an…
Ever try to figure out what your dreams mean? I scribble mine down first thing in the morning,…
It was late. It had been a hard day for my siblings and me—one we knew was coming.…
In the 1940s, trains were my father’s world. A machinist for the Southern Railway, he once surprised me…
On the Friday before school started, I was cleaning and equipping the bus I would drive that year.…
Blueprints for my next construction job were spread out on the kitchen table before me, but I couldn’t…
My husband, Wally, and I had been sitting in the Pittsburgh airport for the last few hours, sad…
