What’s at the (Greek or Latin) Root?
“Mom, will you quiz me?” I recognize the look. It’s equal parts despair and panic. It’s 7 am on a…
“Mom, will you quiz me?” I recognize the look. It’s equal parts despair and panic. It’s 7 am on a…
“I like your logo” is something I hear a lot. I appreciate it every time, not because it is part…
A river of SUVs winds through the neighborhood streets. I wait amongst them in the pickup line outside my daughter’s…
“Stop it, Mom! You’re freaking me out!” my daughter yells. She’s seated in the driver’s seat of my SUV. Today…
Today would be my Mom’s birthday. Eighty-five, I think. I’ll have to calculate to be sure. She’s been gone so…
“I always get these,” my sister says. She passes me the phone-like interpretive device she collected from the smiling, white-toothed…
I’m trying something new.
Dear Heartwired friends,
Last year about this time, I shared the story of saying goodbye to life-long summer neighbors. (Read the essay here.) For…
“Now, can you close your eyes?” my favorite yoga instructor asks. My arms shake as I hold the pose. Sweat…