A few weeks ago, while shopping for a baby gift, I noticed the array of colorful growth charts. I was immediately transported to our former kitchen doorway, notched in inches and smudged with pencil marks. I smiled, recalling the day I discovered my daughter lining up her friends to be measured on the doorframe. It… Continue reading The Conductor’s Baton

I am a Sex in the City afficionado. Although I could not relate in the slightest to the women, their wardrobes, their sex-capades or their lifestyles, the witty repartee drew me in. Honestly, I always wanted to be a New York novelist, writing from my brownstone window, as Carrie Bradshaw does. So, I was delighted… Continue reading Resurrection