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I felt a bit of nausea as I looked down at an old and worn photo that my friend Gary was showing me.

I was sitting in the back of a jeep on the...

I was sitting in hour three in a large conference room at the United Nations, you know the one with those ear thingys and translation booths all...

When my son Jack was younger, I signed him up for soccer because I loved it as a kid and still do.

It made sense because he goes to an...

I was trying not to curse at the M23 bus driver as he cut me off on my drive across 23rd street the other morning, my three kids in tow, late...

I didn’t know how to make cement from scratch, it’s not exactly a New Yorker type of activity, even though I’m surrounded by...

It took about 4 minutes for my son to learn how to work the table saw and cut a 2-by-4 slab of wood by himself.

As I stood there frozen, watching...

A few weeks ago, my son came home from school telling me he saw a video in his violin class about kids that lived on a landfill in Paraguay.

We...

When my son Jack was in 2nd grade, I’d always ask him about his favorite part of the school day.

“Recess!” he’d shout with...

As I sat to write my weekly email to you today, I’m finding it hard to think about anything but Ukraine.

I am in awe of the courage of a...

When I was 16 years old, my friend Billy showed me a book about animals with chickens in cages right in the middle of science class.

It was so...

Do you know the difference between a viola and a violin?

Exactly. Neither did I.

But my older sister Karen was already playing the violin, so in...

This morning I saw a quote in one of my emails that said:

"It is when we are in transition that we are most completely alive.”

That's so...