When my boy was a baby, I took great pleasure in playing music for him and dancing with him while I cradled him. During my so-called maternity leave (I actually worked most days from home but that’s another bitter story…), I danced around for my son and with […]
As a little girl, I don’t believe I had many shoes. We were poor. We had what we needed. But shoes were important to my life. I remember really wanting a pair of high top converse sneakers. I dreamt if having it. I dreamt of walking to school […]
I just had a mentally and physically hard week. Ten to twelve hour days filled with stressful interactions while I tried to maintain a smile and calm demeanor. I would have loved a primal scream moment. But, alas, no such opportunity arose. Most others would treat themselves to […]
I could talk about my son all day and all night. But I know how silly that would be to do as most people don’t want to hear all the details of other people’s children. I get that. I used to feel that exact same way […]
Last weekend, although I am now over a year into my stay in Los Angeles, I decided to play tourist. I have been quite busy on the weekends the last few months looking for a house and working. Not much fun I tell ya. I finally […]
Can I share something with you? I woke up a bit anxious today. There is much going on nationally that impacts my day-to-day work and I’m getting ready for several trips while I still have a ton of work to do. Typical 21st century anxiety. I’m not really […]
I will always extol the awesomeness of my son. I find him charming, funny and squeezable. Which is quite funny considering that for a big part of the early years of life I did not want kids. But him, him I adore with all my might. […]
My mom was a simple girl. She had simple dreams of pie, coffee and her girls living a good life. She wrote poems and songs, and played pranks on us. I have carried on her traditions. To my family I had grand dreams. I had dream dreams. They […]
I’m going to start this piece with a phrase that perhaps sounds a bit trite. But a mother’s love knows no bounds. My mother sacrificed much for me and I can never allow myself to forget it. With my son, I would do anything for him. I do […]
As a New Yorker I have a horrible relationship with rats. I dislike them. I fear them. I have run away screaming from them. We have them in the subways. We even have bubonic plague. We do. We really do. We had them in the empty yard across […]
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