The Right Costume
As a young girl I was never one to dream of getting married. When I got engaged I was more shocked than anyone. I...
Our Museum
For someone who recently lamented our lack of traditions around the Christmas holidays, my son's impending wedding has brought out all of the tradition...
I’m Not Crying, You’re Crying
When I was about 12 years old, something upset me and I started crying. My father, who was there to witness the whole thing,...
Art?
Last week someone took it upon themselves to "explain" to me what rules I needed to follow, what formula I had to use, in...
We Forget
Sometimes I think that it isn't so much that we get old, but that we forget how to be young.
Going back to college helped...
It Starts With a Ring
Only a couple of months after we started dating, Tim and I were already talking about marriage. We had known each other for a...
Not My Story
I began this blog nine years ago, right before I started back to college. My idea was to keep a record of my demise...
Disruption
Back in my single days, I was a banker. I did loan paperwork and was a teller. I loved counting money, filling out forms,...
About Me
