Personal Stories

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. My dreams of being a published fiction author recently went through a reboot, allowing me…

“English, Irish, French, Dutch, Italian, Spanish, German.” That was the mix of ethnicities that I could rattle off at a mile-a-minute whenever…

A recent discussion with some friends made me think about the souvenirs we buy from our trips, the trinkets from vacation, the gifts for other people. Why buy anything at all from these places? The cheap tourist stuff is probably made in China, and what good does a magnet from Puerto Rico do anyone? What’s the point of a souvenir?

The last few weeks have been a little nuts. The presidential election took an unexpected turn; my parents were out of town…

Today is bittersweet: we closed the sale of our first family home, the little yellow house on Surrey Road. The first house…

Recently, the husband told me his idea for a blog post about the places that changed his life. As he told me about his…

I’ve been quiet — too quite for my own liking! — since our New York trip in early May. I’ve been slacking…

Walking out of yoga the other morning, into the bright sun and cool breeze, I was struck with an overwhelming sense of…

This past weekend, we set up our Christmas tree. Yes, it’s a little early — we’re still days away from gorging ourselves…

The stack of postcards has been growing for close to 15 years. I’ve managed to keep them all in a box in…

Last month I turned 35…. And I quit my job.*  Tomorrow is my last day at the company that I helped build…

I meant to post this on Skyler’s birthday last month, but I just never got around to it. You know how it…