Reflections on the small things, and the big ones, that impact our day-to-day lives.
Just keep swimming . . . and blogging?
Labor Day has come and gone, and with it the season most riddled with paradox. If those long light-filled days of summer are so lazy hazy, why do they seem to slip away in…
Transcendence
Yesterday’s walk found me unsettled at the sight of a sign — estate sale pickup – in the driveway of a house I pass by all the time. Cars were lined along the…
The personal/the political
There’s so much in Heidi Schreck’s wise, witty, profound play, What the Constitution Means to Me that resonates but an anecdote touching on an encounter with a young man during her college days…
The Bookmobile
The first public library I ever walked into was on wheels. There was an elementary school, more than one synagogue and church, but no nearby library in the Brooklyn neighborhood of my early…
Letting Go
The other day I became obsessed with finding two books I could not easily locate. It was a reference to one of them—The Family of Man—in Sally Mann’s wonderful memoir that set me on…
Gods. Heroes. Monsters.
II you’re a mother (even if you’re not) picture this scenario: It’s the ‘80s. You’ve been invited to Michael Jackson’s Xanadu, otherwise known as Neverland, with your adorable, talented seven-year-old son. Once he caught Michael’s…
