Paula W. Millet,  Author

While I have had my moments of communing with nature, I am not much of an adventurer when it comes to the great outdoors. You won’t find...

I’ve always been amazed at how certain moments become permanently etched into memory, the way the details become more than just history:...

Kids don’t hide their emotions: if they are sad, they cry. Somewhere along the path into adulthood, we are taught to restrain those...

Does a lab rat know that it’s a lab rat? Does a guinea pig understand that it has a job description in addition to a specific species?...

I think I have used every possible metaphor to describe cancer. I tend to speak in analogies which can be a blessing or a curse,...

I admit to watching those beautifully filmed wildlife videos on TV. I will never get to go on an exotic safari or ride a camel through...

On the last day of February, 2018, I finished 18 grueling chemotherapy treatments. Although bald and bloated, I was filled with hope that...

Have you ever had an earworm? I'm sure that you have. It’s a creepy image for the relatively common experience of having a song stuck in...

A few months ago I impulsively bought a Costco-sized bag of caladiums. Although I would never consider myself a gardener, at one time I...

I haven’t written a blog in a few months. Each time I tried, I lost my motivation, the wind knocked out of my sails faster than I could...