Tricia Caspers

A mother, her son and the homework blues

Nearly three months. Three months, I tell you. That’s how much time my 11-year-old son had to finish his summer reading and report for school. All this season I have played ...

Notes from the depression files

I don’t call it my happy pill. I call it my “I don’t want to die” pill. I have to admit that at first I did think of the antidepressant I’ve been tak ...

Thoughts on not solving puzzles and not crying at work

I had a Rubik’s Cube when I was a kid. You know, those twisty-turny cubes with bright, mixed-up colorful squares? The goal is to organize the cube so each side is one solid c ...

Is it time to bear the weight?

“Fear of the name increases fear of the thing itself,” Dumbledore tells Harry Potter in “The Sorcerer’s Stone.” While the great wizard was referring t ...

Another View: Dinner with Renato

Renato and his friends opened the door, and standing across the crowded, smoky pub was the most beautiful woman Renato had ever seen. He told his friends he had to meet her.&nbs ...

That time I met my guardian angel — maybe

My guardian angel’s name is Bill. I forget Bill is out there because I’ve only met him once, and that was 25 years ago. Honestly, I was disappointed with Bill. I come ...

Cheetah vs. the snail

   Jaguars, bengals, panthers, lions, raptors, grizzlies, hornets — do we love our predators, or what?    If team mascots are any indication, yes, we do ...