The first time he appeared, I was traveling at a high rate of speed, so my eyes couldn’t serve as a credible source. It was my neck that proved his presence, straining to survey the scene as I drove in the opposite direction he was walking. Hours later, his image lingered in my mind, infringing …

I’ve come to realize that my sister is a stalker. In her defense, she’s never been arrested for this bad behavior, or had a restraining order against her. But, when I watch her in action, I can see that she’s after something and she’ll stop at nothing to get it. In reality, she’s a professional …

Back in the ’90s, I was a big scrapbook girl. I took great pleasure in assembling albums like some kind of hokey historian with a photo fetish. I spent hours arranging pictures and memorabilia, only to rearrange them again until my OCD was sufficiently satisfied. Each page outdid the last, so by the time a …

“There’s something about the outside of a horse that’s good for the inside of a man.” I stumbled upon this quote when I was a kid, and it sure made me a Winston Churchill fan. Until I discovered it, he was just some bald guy in my history book who seemed to like smoking cigars. …