When my mom was 16 years old, she wore her strawberry blonde hair cropped short, donned herself in flared jeans and form-fitting, brightly-colored shirts. She was a child of the 60’s and 70’s, laughing with her friends and posing next to red convertibles in grainy photographs. When my dad was 17, things weren’t much different, … More My Family Notebook
I believe that it’s somewhat rare for children to truly get to know their parents. Often, children leave home at the age of 18 and each person gets frozen in time. For me, for whatever reason, my mother is forever 38. The age when she was still young yet powerful. For her, I’m sure at … More Into Foreign Lands: A journey through Italy with my mother
“Wait here,” he gently touched her on her forearm to stop her. She was only 4 years old and getting any closer to the river could be dangerous. She was wearing her pale blue dress and white Mary Janes from the church service earlier; her light brown hair was swept up into a matching bow, … More Back to Where He Came From; a short story
A Therapist Writes 