"Spic." The word, directed at me, was laced with vitriol.  I was eight years old, and I didn't know what it meant; I only ...

After we'd left all of our bags and coats in a locked room, they led us into a windowless classroom inside the library where a large scr...

We were coloring (not drawing) with markers. Despite the stockpile of crayons in all 96 colors (and more, given the slight variations in c...

Driving over the hill, I had to shade my eyes from the sun; the light was all wrong. It was mid-day, and I'd taken the morning off to ...

(reposted in an expanded version from Facebook) I don't usually stop at Starbucks in the morning.  I make my own coffee, and even when...

Last night, as the kids ate dumplings and sushi and sate (ordered in) at the kitchen counter, because my husband was away at the NJ Regional...

(technically posted on Tuesday, I guess.) This weekend, during a long drive (you'll just have to wait to find out where I went!), I li...