Deborah Prum

Growing up, I desperately wanted a pet. We lived in a tenement bordered by an asphalt driveway in the back and a concrete sidewalk in the front. Our…

Once, as I waited for my husband, Bruce, outside the door of a Trader Joe’s in Manhattan, a blond-haired man walked up and stood uncomfortably close to…

One morning, as I drove down a narrow country lane in Charlottesville, I spotted an African-American boy, about eleven, perched on a bike. He sat in the…

When you are sick, don’t watch the nightly news. If you do, in addition to your current illness, you will wind up developing an ulcer. Also, don’t view…

For many families, weekends are a time to catch up with relatives who live someplace else. For Charlottesville author Debby Prum, it's also a time to…

I am a big fan of magical thinking. The technique has carried me through many a rough patch in life.Recently, I was having a bad day. They say bad events…

I never wanted a dog. Growing up, my main interactions with dogs involved being chased by the junkyard variety. Years ago, my ten-year-old son, Ian, began…