Moments from My Youth

I am 10 and in a rare moment, my father takes us to Carvel for ice cream. I love their soft ice cream that swirls out of a machine. I choose vanilla, the flavor of sweetness and my mother’s apron on baking days. Continue reading

Out of Darkness, A Ray of Light

Which is why, while we grieve, I want to tell you another story. One that has brought me a ray of hope and also joy. That touches my heart and reminds me of the good in the world and how each one of us has a purpose. Continue reading

Aunt Elaine, My Favorite News Junkie

Aunt Elaine, My Favorite News Junkie

My friend, Trisha, says I’m a news junkie. But she hasn’t met my Aunt Elaine, who at 83, has a zest for politics like you wouldn’t believe. And trust me, even I can’t believe it. Continue reading

Someday at Christmas

What if we handed the Isis terrorists a purple crayon, like Harold’s purple crayon, so they can draw themselves a new–and improved–life? And what if we gave the terrorists rose-colored glasses so they can see the world from a new perspective? Continue reading

Don’t Quote Me

Don’t Quote Me

My personal trainer, Anthony, says I worry too much and that I should do what he does and not pay attention to the news. Frankly, I can’t help myself, even if Anthony says I have a better chance of dying from processed foods, carbs and sugar overload than I do from being gunned down by a terrorist. Continue reading