I am what I am and I’ve crossed a line. Last week, I was driving down the winding mountain road into town and, glancing to the left, noticed a storefront with delight. “Honey,” I said, gushing, “there’s a hardware store we didn’t kn...

It’s not even an issue in the city. Until I moved from Atlanta’s chaos to gentle foothills to the west, it never occurred to me to greet my fellow commuters. In the big city, survival is key and expressing anonymous friendship while driving is...

What’s the deal, truly, with insecurity? Why is it that the attention we craved as children – but didn’t get in quite the doses we preferred – gnaws at the vestiges of confidence that we gain as adults? I’m not sure I’m cut out for ...