The Meaning of a Dollhouse
Four-year-old Naim liked the painted cloud and sun on the roof and the words handwritten in gold inside the rooms: Explore. Dream. Discover.
Drinking a cup of coffee this afternoon, fighting off unprecedented, increasing allergy assaults this spring (I live in a wonderfully flowering parkland with a yard
So I never had sisters. Just one younger brother who ended up going to Brown with me. Although I was admitted in the last class
I have been thinking lately about the power of listening. Sometimes we forget how important it is to just listen, to hear what someone else
When I was growing up, my parents let me watch the Ed Sullivan Show before bed. I couldn’t just turn on the television whenever I
I’m blogging. I feel younger already. My children will be so impressed. It took me a while to get comfortable with this idea. I’m 62.