The Humor Side

In every classroom, there’s always one student who seems to live on the edges of sound — who never raises

At seven on a cold Tuesday morning, I stood in my apartment doorway holding my four-year-old daughter on my hip

They insisted that the money go into what they called a “family fund,” a shared account meant for household bills,

After being married for 50 years, I took a careful look at my wife one day and said, ‘Fifty years

Hospitals have a sound when something is about to go wrong. It’s not the alarms. It’s the silence just before

My stepfather raised me for fifteen years, though he never once used that word—step.To him, I was simply his kid.

When my fourteen-year-old daughter came home from school pushing a battered stroller with two newborn babies inside, I believed that

When my only son died, I thought I’d buried every chance at family. Five years later, a new boy entered

Two weeks after Bram was buried, my phone rang. A woman I’d never met spoke with the kind of calm

The reservation was made three weeks in advance. He told me that casually one night while we were brushing our