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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 bumpy...

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 aroun...

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 international ...

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 (again) ...

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 concrete.

I never really...

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 him...

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 love ...

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 a mischievous smile.

When...

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 people fight...

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 graphi...

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 4th...

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 true.

But ...