Children

  • On A Roll

    A couple of weeks ago, the head of marketing for my one client called me and asked, “Is this ‘Drive-Thru Creative’?” I laughed. “I’m serious,” she said, “I don’t know anyone who can come up with a creative idea as… Continue reading

    On A Roll
  • Selling Your Soul

    What’s worse? Wealthy parents paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to get their kids into prestigious universities and colleges? Or being paid $1,000 to write an admission essay for the son of a wealthy man? I wrote that admissions essay.… Continue reading

    Selling Your Soul
  • Little Lighthouses

    Ever perfunctorily greet and walk past a stranger at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning who then yells after you, ‘Hey! What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen this morning?” Stunned, I told the stranger about the adult and adolescent… Continue reading

    Little Lighthouses
  • None of It Mattered

    Two days ago, I witnessed a heartbreaking tragedy unfold on Facebook. I still can’t shake it. A month ago yesterday, I posted about the 10th anniversary of the death of my beloved feline, Isaac. The veterinarian, R (I want to… Continue reading

    None of It Mattered
  • First Day

    I remember looking forward to the first day of elementary school: searching for my name hanging from the front of a desk, shiny black chalkboards and unopened boxes of chalk, and the smell of a clean and disinfected classroom. I… Continue reading

    First Day
  • Sisters Showing Up

    “We are each other’s reference point at our turning points.” This quote from Elizabeth Fishel’s book, Sisters: Shared Histories, Lifelong Ties — a compilation of more than 150 interviews and questionnaires with more than 150 women — describes what my… Continue reading

    Sisters Showing Up
  • Showing Up — Part Two

    My mother died the way she lived — stubbornly and privately. Two weeks earlier she had suffered a catastrophic stroke with no hope for recovery. She had signed an advance directive not to start or continue life-sustaining procedures and was… Continue reading

    Showing Up — Part Two
  • Stopping the Earth

    I’ve met a lot of folks during my daily five-to-seven-mile walks, but rarely one who said something I’ll never hear again: “I stopped the Earth! I stopped the Earth!” That was said by Athena, a third-grade student on her way… Continue reading

    Stopping the Earth