The Irony of Language

It started in my basement. Each stuffed animal would sit on top of the ping pong table waiting to find…

To Lincoln Center, With Gratitude

I earned my first part in a play just by raising my hand. “Who wants to be Snow White?”…

Love begins with imagination. [1] My imagination took off the first moment I met him. It was the first…

We have an “Aunt Eleanor Box”. It is filled with accumulated goodies that can be used for a variety of…

Several years ago, I found myself standing in the center of the Piazza de la Repubblica surrounded by hundreds of…

The first time I remember it happening to me, I was reading a book by a community pool. My infant…

The first time I set foot in Texas was to meet my “even though we aren’t dating, I am in…

Math is not my forte. Showtunes. Buying baskets. Eating cookies. Yes. Math, not so much. So perhaps I am reading…

Tell my mom. This is my daughter’s new favorite phrase. It’s a beautifully constructed sentence, especially for a child labeled as “non verbal” and…

When I was a little girl, I heard a story about prayer. I can’t remember if it was directly taught to…

I had a long day. A really long day. I have been having a lot of them lately. The kind…