This is the question my husband posed to our son tonight. It’s an appropriate metaphor since Casey is “car crazy.” It’s in his DNA, I think. I have no recollection of how, as a toddler in New York City, he learned the names of cars, fancy and not, big and small, but before I knew it, the kid spotted them all and made a game of naming them on the city streets. Memorizing car logos is how he
Read more...I love stepping away from our present lives, even for one night.
Read more...Last week I witnessed a rite of passage I’m unlikely to forget. My twins and I attended a Shabbat service at a neighborhood congregation we’re exploring. Turns out that the community was acknowledging a special member of its own that evening – a 13-year-old boy named Ben who was being Bar Mitvahed.
Read more...This is a month of paradox. Our four children are winding down the summer and gearing up for school. Me, too, for as readers know, I’ve just begun a two-year MFA program in creative non-fiction writing at Goucher College. All week we’ve been purging old clothes, shoes, toys, books, papers and other mindless knick knacks, while making room for the requisite back-to-school sneakers, supplies and the like.
Read more...I’m still at Goucher College, nearing the end of my residency, which begins the two-year MFA program in creative non-fiction.
No, this post isn’t about the surprisingly good dorm food or my own desire to head to the kitchen and whip up salmon almondine.
It’s about humility.
Read more...So I’m at the Starbucks tucked inside Barnes and Noble the other day, killing an hour in-between appointments. It’s about Noon. “I recognize you,” says Jeannie Ritter, Colorado’s First Lady. “And I recognize you,” I reply. I remind the First Lady of my name, that her daughter and my stepson are friendly, and of the few times we’ve met.
Read more...In the midst of writing a keynote speech for a Fortune 500 CEO today, I decided to reward myself. My treat? A new pair of slippers. It was 3:30 pm and I’d been working on the speech since early morning. I was tired and needed a perk. Actually, I HAD TO HAVE THE SLIPPERS IMMEDIATELY. Call it the “I need it now” gene, which also showed itself the other evening after dinner as I nuzzled Steve. “Hi honey. I love you. Can you please get me some Espresso Chocolate Chip ice cream?”
Read more...So I’m finally reading Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.
I’ve been meaning to read the book for a few years but have resisted largely because of its grim plot. Typically, I have no interest in books built around violence and destruction.
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