Certain days/moments in your life are marked by instant recall—details as crisp and clear as the joy or sadness they give rise to—no pentimento shading of memories. Of all the profound things to recall about the day my daughter became a Bat Mitzvah, what I hear now, across the years, is the … [Read more...] about No más?
Coming Home
How perfect!—my daughter writes a post about being on the road and my thoughts turn to coming home. It happens every year. Thanksgiving rolls around, she lives in L.A., I picture her here, the sleepy hamlet of Katonah, NY. Home. No secret that air travel—even without the added stresses of … [Read more...] about Coming Home