You Don’t Bug Me
This morning, a little boy who walks with me to school every day hands me a Valentine. He’s not a big talker, and he delivers
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This morning, a little boy who walks with me to school every day hands me a Valentine. He’s not a big talker, and he delivers
I do not believe my friend when she says that New Jersey bagels–from her neighborhood– are the best in the world. She calls me from
Just this week, a dear friend of mine describes herself as “holding on to the edge for dear life so she doesn’t fall to the
A local photographer arrives for a photo shoot in my home. I need a professional head shot for my writing, and I have the worst
I approach the table of snacks, and I see that a mother (Laurie) has made the most beautiful Valentine’s cookies. I do not want to
We’re slumped upon the kitchen table. One daughter labors over math homework while the other colors slowly on paper. I’m answering an email, sighing. The
If I were to write a book called, “How to Teach with Flair,” I’d have an entire chapter on the power of name games. Before
All afternoon, I consider the difference between perceived need and actual need. If I live my life based on what I perceive I need, I
Just now, we return from attending our first college gymnastics meet. At the uneven parallel bars, the gymnasts perform extraordinary movements that, when seen live
This week, several interesting opportunities flooded my inbox and my voicemail. I wanted to do them all. But after 10 years of marriage and two