Author: Eileen Eileen

Walking up to the counter at McDonald’s, asking for a receipt feels like one of those forgettable, automatic moments in…

The passing of Barbara Rush at the age of 97 feels like the quiet closing of a chapter written during…

White clothes do not fade because they grow old. They fade because residue builds up quietly, layer by layer, wash…

For decades, Bo Derek has existed in the public imagination as a symbol of beauty frozen in time. Yet reducing…

At first glance, wrapping aluminum foil around a door handle sounds like the kind of idea people scroll past without…

As the end of the year approaches, many people feel a quiet pull to reset their surroundings. The holiday season…

When I think about my grandmother, Margaret Harper, the word that surfaces first is not loving, or kind, or generous.…

Classic humor has a strange kind of durability. It doesn’t rely on shock value, outrage, or trends that burn out…

Optical illusions have a unique ability to unsettle our confidence in what we see. Even when our eyesight is perfectly…

Two days before Christmas, I did something I never thought I would. I broke every “don’t talk to strangers” rule…