Dear Dorothy, When you reflect on your time in Oz, I wonder what you see? Do you smile on the colorful memories, or do you still shiver from the draft that came through when...

I was 7 years old when I first noticed the way I grew up was different from most of my friends. Their houses didn’t smell like cardamom, clove or saffron, nor did they have music...

Dear Dorothy, I hope Kansas is treating you as well as, well, Kansas can, I suppose. I wonder what it was like for you to return. Because despite spending ten years in Oz,...

Unprepared and half-asleep, I found myself at the top of Pilot Butte at 2:30 in the morning. This was a few weeks ago, as a small group of friends and I made our way up to watch...

Dear Dorothy, I wonder what it was like to go on that great big adventure to Oz, to just end up right back where you started. Ten years ago I ran away from home. I never...

As per Vocabulary.com, analog is the opposite of digital. Strictly old school. And it’s having a moment: film cameras are back in people’s hands and vinyl records are spinning...

The clouds hang heavy, the sky a moving blob of white. The weather has been stagnant the past few days, as if unsure whether to snow or not. Late winters often stretch from mid-January...