I could not wait to turn 11. In New York, at least in the 80s, 11 was when you could get working papers to hold a paper route. I was...

The year was 1992, and I was a senior in high school. Like most people my age, the reality of the end of high school was setting in,...

I grew up going to church. While I am sure we didn’t go every Sunday, as I think back over the years, I don’t remember not going. Mom was...