A Moment Lasts Forever
We had a moment. The four of us were in the car, and Joe put on “Apeman” by the Kinks: a catchy tune with silly lyrics masking serious thoughts. The song is about being too scared to Read More …
We had a moment. The four of us were in the car, and Joe put on “Apeman” by the Kinks: a catchy tune with silly lyrics masking serious thoughts. The song is about being too scared to Read More …
Ugh. I am all over the place. Literally. Between spraining my ankle and then heading out on vacation it’s as if training for Ironman Arizona hasn’t even started. But that is not the only thing Read More …
When I was young I thought I could change the world. One of the things I have enjoyed doing the most was opening a non profit corporation with my friends while I lived in Chile, www.CDIChile.org. Read More …
This may sound like a sponsored post. But it is not! I did not receive any compensation for it. I just got my problem solved and am very grateful. I feel a surge of strength, Read More …
Fearless is not so fearless anymore and I blame New York for that. Not the entire state, but one particular doctor in some Urgent Care Center near Pound Ridge. Let me explain. I am not Read More …
Hospitals are impersonal: long, sterile hallways, undecorated rooms, human contact protected by rubber gloves. You could feel like a piece of meat, being cured, until it’s time to go home. You are poked, prodded, and Read More …
I’ve called myself a helicopter parent and an attached parent in the past. I used to be the mom who knew everything going on in their kids life and was on top of their game. Read More …
There is a baby in this house: her name is Sarah and she is five months old. She still doesn’t sit, crawl or talk. She just smiles, laughs and kicks her legs as if they Read More …
There is melancholy when a project is over, and I think that is where I am now. During my week of craziness, where I attended Hispanicize, received the 3M Positive Impact Award and then competed with Kerryon the South Read More …
My eight year old son Dreamer asked me: “Mami, is Santa real?” PLOP. If I was the Director of a movie, this would be when the music suddenly stops, we hear a screeching sound, and Read More …