Dolce and Calvin
People would always ask Gerry and I of our miniature dachshunds, “Are they brother and sister?” to which we always smirked in unison,...
The Roles We Play
I was reading an article in the local newspaper about a sophomore who was accepted into an advanced orchestra program when my mind...
Realizing Roseto
One early evening in late May, I was walking around my neighborhood when I found myself alone on a wooded road. I didn’t realize I was by...
Return to the Mat
I’ve only ever made one New Year’s resolution – to take yoga classes two times a week. It was December 2009. I just moved to New Jersey...
617...I Copy!
"There are signs everywhere."- Fools Rush In I remember the first time I opened my daughter's file. My eyes scanned the page, navigating...
Don't Let the Fear Keep You From Flying
“I’m a mandarin orange. I’m a mandarin orange. I will not fall out of the Jell-O.” I had an extreme fear of flying until about three...
Out of the Woods
When you buy a new home, you take a picture out front, usually with the "Sold" sign strategically in the foreground. People did this long...
My Grandmother's Love
It was a summer afternoon in 1992. I was spending the weekend at my grandparents, like I did most weekends between the ages of 7 and 12....
This Is Actually Hard
I was having lunch with a new associate last summer and the natural subject of kids came up – his were off to college in the fall. I...
My Pilgrimage to Santuario de Chimayo
When I was doing research for our New Mexico vacation this past summer, I discovered Chimayo, a small, rural town 25 miles north of Sante...
