I jumped in my seat as the opening notes of Star Wars blared from my cell phone. Hearing that ring tone never fails to get my attention...

The car pulled into our driveway after a three-hour drive over the mountains. My parents and 81-year-old grandmother had arrived at our...

The place was abuzz with chatter as you might imagine a hair salon full of women to be. I’d arrived a bit early, happy to take a deep...

“What’s the matter, don’t you know where you’re going?” My then 9-year-old grandson taunted me from the back seat of the car as he sat...

With Valentine’s Day in the rearview and Spring just around the corner, it’s time to begin planning PCYM’s next major event – the Annual...

An emergency board meeting of the local PCYM chapter (the “Please Call Your Mother” National Association) was called.  Our group met at...

Rap, rap, rap, rap.  The meat pounder serving as a gavel called the meeting to order.  It was the monthly gathering of the northern...