My Aunt Hazel loved herself a good bodice-ripper romance novel. I remember as a child finding—okay, searching for—the dog-eared paperbacks under her bed. Each cover showed a hunky man with flowing hair... Read more »
Picture this: it’s 8:30 p.m. The kids are finally in bed, but instead of relief, there’s emptiness — the sense that even love itself feels heavy. You go through the motions —... Read more »
As we approach the end of 2024, I am reminded of a famous story from history. In the year 1519. Hernán Cortés led a large expedition, consisting of 600 Spaniards, 16 or... Read more »