There are moments, slivers in time, when I shake my fists at the God I believe in and rage against the injustice befalling me or this...

There is no wonder that we in America are anxious, overwhelmed, and have come to believe that Chicken Little was right, that The Sky IS...

As a child I drew pictures before I spoke. Getting messy and spending hours with a paintbrush or a pencil in my hand was pure nirvana. It...