Linda Henry

My kids are gone this week, which means for the first time in recent memory, my free time is actually free. It's almost more than I can fathom. They're teenagers, but one's too young to drive and the other has no interest in it, so almost every weeknight and weekend I'm schlepping them somewhere, and often in two different directions.

In the ramp-up to their respective departures, Read More 

When you're sleeping alone in a cabin, one of the last things you want to hear is the sound of flapping overhead. In the millisecond before I turned on the light, I hoped it was a very big moth. It was not. I flipped on the light and discovered  Read More