You wrote me a love letter 20-some years ago. Forgive me, but I don’t think I ever responded. What’s worse: I’m not entirely sure I remember you.
You see, my dad recently…decided that he needed more space in my childhood home — er, his house. I can’t imagine why. I rolled my eyes at his request, just like I did when I last lived there 20 years ago. But then I found myself sitting cross-legged on the floor of my old bedroom, surrounded by piles of… >> Read More
My parents still have the Seder plate I made when I was in my final year of preschool. The teachers demonstrated how to draw an egg, shank bone, and all the other essential accoutrements — and…5-year-old me drew two happy pigs, complete with belly buttons, basking in the sunshine instead. My mom remembers her mortification when I skipped out the classroom door and proudly presented her with that masterpiece. Though we may not have used my Seder plate for Passover that year, my mom kept the plate as a funny… >> Read More
Last summer, against our better judgement, my husband and I decided to pile into our family minivan and drive from Maryland to Massachusetts. Overnight. We climbed into the front seats at 6 p.m.,…foolishly optimistic that a near-bedtime departure would bring smooth, sleepy sailing for the three tiny, gleeful vacationers buckled in behind us. But there were so, so many things wrong with this plan. By 10 p.m., everyone was still wide-eyed. Our snack supply was nearly depleted, we’d cycled through every CD multiple times, and we were… >> Read More