Mary's stuff
This piece isn’t starting out the way that I planned. In fact, it’s about 500 words from what I had planned. But, sometimes life (or in this case, a computer with an attitude problem) doesn’t go as p
It’s that time of year, people. Pretty soon it will be socially acceptable to watch Christmas movies (though if you ask our neighbors, who have had their Christmas lights up and on for weeks—I’m way
In the fall of 2012, an elderly California man named Jay Leone found himself the victim of a home invasion. As he sat, ordered to stay still as the thief rifled through his things, the man remembered he had a gun in
My daughter was playing after dinner the other night and casually said, “Pá, guess what! Blue and red make purple!” Queue the proverbial double-take. (She’s only just turned three, so this
A few days ago I sat scrolling through Facebook—and a video appeared on my feed. In short (and you can watch the full video plus more here), the clip was about why he walked away from the liberal left he once
I started my day out like every other. I had a million things to do today, including two projects I needed to submit to clients. It was your standard “I can’t afford to lose any time” kind
You know those times when you and your siblings would be squabbling despite your mom’s repeated calls to knock it off—and finally she’d yell “ENOUGHHHHHHHH” so loud all your heads would jerk
I couldn’t wait to meet our son. As he came, there was a lot on my mind—the pain, the thought of meeting my son, wondering what my daughter would think, hoping the birth went well and that he would be heal
There’s a picture hanging on the wall at my parents’ house—it’s a beautifully ornate wedding certificate that makes mine look like a piece of trash (no seriously—mine looks a piece of paper
My daughter’s currently obsessed with the movie “The Boss Baby” (or “Mean Baby” as she puts it). At one point in the film, Tim—the seven-year-old who’s feeling the squeeze of
When I first moved back to the United States after living abroad, I worked at the local Dairy Queen to make ends meet while my husband and I worked through the immigration process. During a particularly busy Saturday aft
A few weeks ago, I wrote a piece imploring my fellow Americans to—if we truly want to protect our children—do three things in the wake of the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School shooting: Sto
