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Shavin: If you want to be happier, narrow your choices
A couple of weeks ago, I agreed to meet my husband in New York for a few days of play.
Shavin: My dog is your new therapist
Sometime last year, because I still had 40 seconds in my day that were not overscheduled, I decided to enroll my dog, Lulabell, in…
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My Life: The past rides in on old letters and model horses
Ever since our mom died last month, my brother has been cleaning out her house in preparation to sell it.
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Shavin: Loss of mom begins new journey
The last conversation I had with my mom was on Memorial Day.
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My Life: The birds of Chattanooga
I took a six-week online graphic essay class last winter.
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My Life: Late-night dread and other useless endeavors
This morning my husband told me he'd woken in the night with a terrible dread: with his death comes the end of his family name.
Shavin: When two opposing things are true
Last weekend, my husband and I visited my mother in the memory care unit where she lives.
Shavin: Among the tortillas, a message about the new year
Several years ago, I was wandering among the tortillas at Food City when a voice I didn't recognize called out my name.
Shavin: Sex, death or something else — the risks we take in the name of art
I did a reading recently at a lovely little bookstore in Ringgold, Georgia, called Book and Barrel.
Shavin: Four days in Medellín, Colombia
Last week, I headed off with my husband to Medellín, a city of roughly 5 million people in the lush heart of Colombia in South America.
