The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
Living with grief
Grief brings you to your knees; shakes you to your core and rattles your senses. In a blink of an eye, or over time, the end of a life leaves painful scars on the living.
Transition
For every new beginning, there must be an end; for each gain, a loss. But what happens in between? Transition.
Unaccompanied minors: part 1
What happens when unaccompanied minors travel from Granada, Spain to live with you for three weeks during summer? They become family. Unaccompanied minors is a special service some airlines have for children who are flying alone. Our sleepy unaccompanied minors arrived around midnight July 12th from Granada, Spain. A few hours later, 13 year-old twins …
Why I love writing for Rochester Magazine
I love writing for Rochester Magazine. I don’t get to write for the magazine very often, but when I do (pick me! pick me!) it’s exciting. I know I’m part of an award winning, accomplished team of artists who are doing something they love. I get to be in the “creative” circle. Heck, I even …
The inconvenience of life
I want to have a full and joyful life. I want to have a life overflowing with laughter, movement, grace and love – and inconvenience. I chose marriage. I chose motherhood. I chose writing. I chose to share my motherhood journey in front of strangers. I chose to work from home. My choices have brought me tremendous …
Motherhood’s one night stand in Rochester
Rochester gets to hear from thirteen local women (and a man) in the city’s first-ever “Listen to Your Mother” one night stand! I’m in this awesome cast and in celebration of Mother’s Day weekend, we’ll be giving a one-night-only performance at the Memorial Art Gallery on Friday, May 8 at 7:30 p.m. Each of us will be reading a three …
7 reasons why I love Granada, Spain
When the plane touched down in Rochester, NY, I immediately felt deflated and melancholy. Days after returning home from our trip to Granada, Spain, I still couldn’t shake the weighted-down feeling. My energy was at an all-time low. I felt that my “old” life had became predictable, burdensome and unsatisfying. Perhaps it was the lack of …
