From the Caregiver's HAErt — Danita LaShelle Jones

My legs were shaking, sweat was pouring down my face, and, because of the previous 24 minutes, my lungs were gently alerting me that a puff from my trusty inhaler was imminent. My laid-back trainer casually discussed his new…

The entire day felt like a blur. Due to scheduling mishaps, a misunderstanding of departure time, and construction-related traffic delays, I had about 30 minutes to get from the airport entrance to the gate. Thankfully, I made the flight,…

The butter was at room temperature, the eggs were properly separated, the milk was measured correctly, and the oven was at the perfect temperature. My mother was about to make her famous pound cake. Although I wasn’t a cake…

To promote better health, the organization I work for is releasing a series of fitness and cooking shows to help people restart or jump-start their healthy life journeys. During a staff meeting, I was excited to receive the assignment…

With knots in my stomach, I stared down from the high dive at my swimming instructor. After six weeks of learning to swim, the last part of our class was jumping off the diving board into 12 feet of…

Although I am familiar with air travel, I recently started working with an organization that requires me to fly more than I used to. Weirdly, my favorite part of the flight is the passenger safety briefing. Even though my…

This one starts a little differently. Usually I begin my columns with a fun anecdote that connects to a story about our oldest daughter, whom we lovingly call Ladybug, and how it relates to the lesson I learned regarding…

I spent years trying to catch the actual “pop.” Around Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, my father was known for slow-roasting turkeys in the oven. He would meticulously clean and season them, place them in a special roasting bag…

“Maybe chicken just tastes like everything else,” a person at our table responded. And as dramatic as it sounds, the entire table got quiet. In college, I had the privilege of making it into the Fisk Jubilee…

Mosquito bites. That’s what my mom discovered on my back right before I started experiencing a life-threatening allergic reaction. The previous day, my parents, sister, and I spent a humid July evening planting 50 bushes to line…

“That is the right question,” Alfred Lanning’s hologram smirks. Then, just as suddenly as his image appears, it vanishes into a small projector, leaving detective Del Spooner confused about what he’s just uncovered. In the 2004 sci-fi blockbuster “…

“And what’s the word for today?” I asked my team at work after rattling off all the elements of the run sheet for the day. “Flexibility,” the room unenthusiastically replied in unison. It was something I made them say…