Robin Garrison Leach

Mrs. Briggs stood before our 6th grade English class, excited and devoted to her subject. Her body was a spring-loaded mass of energy, bouncing from blackboard to book in frenetic gyrations. It was as if she had lost something and was desperate to find it.

My car is a moving village. I have everything I need to sustain myself in the manner to which I've become accustomed atop its tires.

In today’s world of unending distraction, it may be time to give ourselves a day off. How about we shut things down again on Sundays?

The clothes I wear at home are as comfortable as they are cringey. I pull on my black leggings and wrestle into a baggy sweatshirt; good enough. I give little thought to my appearance.

It is happening. I’m choosing function over fashion. Safety and ease over style. Sloth over industrious determination to remain vibrant.

The winter months are a great time to share “intimate moments” with your significant other. Being stuck inside, day after day, can force even porcupines to interact.

The clothes I wear at home are as comfortable as they are cringey. I pull on my black leggings and wrestle into a baggy sweatshirt; good enough. I give little

Children’s Church didn’t exist when I was young. We sat in ‘big church’—first on our mothers’ lap and then on our own bottoms. Learning how to behave in church was

I’m early everywhere I go. I can count on one hand the times I’ve been late or even exactly on time for anything. And I hate it.

My young daughter and I were not sports fans. But every winter we counted the days until the Super Bowl.