Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Privilege, for Flint
N. sat, her examination gown open to the back, legs dangling over the edge of the table, while the nurse prepared her questionnaire. She...
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
The Power of a Story
Today, my daughter turns five. In her Montessori classroom, there are no cupcakes, no balloons, no party favors. Instead, they will tell ...
Monday, January 18, 2016
People, on MLK Day
I used to believe I was colorblind. What that meant, to me, was that I thought I could judge people...
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Something Old, Something New: Rye Brownies
"A place for everything, and everything in its place," my father was fond of saying. He w...
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
My father played Powerball. But not until the jackpot was, in his estimation, worth the drive over the border to New York State (because Je...
Monday, January 4, 2016
#Microblog Monday: On My Sleeves
I never used to wear dresses, preferring instead the pantsuit approach, but when I started working at my current place of employment, I did ...
Friday, January 1, 2016
It was part of the ritual of December. Every year, the large box of Christmas cards, covered in a t...
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