I was alone in my best friend’s room, sitting at the end of her bed, putting on my shoes. My mother was on her way to pick me up after a day of visiting. My friend’s mother’s fiance entered the room and sat beside me on the bed. He was 30-something. I was 13. He grabbed hold of me… Read More #MeToo
“Why are you going to Arizona?” my classmate sneered. “It’s not even warm there.” A week-long break from the mean girls of high school would have been reason enough. And while the desert air was certainly cool in the February mornings and evenings, the afternoons were comfortably warm for exploring the Grand Canyon, riding horses,… Read More Why Travel?
“How do you stay sane, Leslie?” My aunt had called to check on me, as she often does, on what would have been my mother’s June birthday, and I was regaling her with tales from the tightrope I’d been walking between both my water-damaged homes. The answer was simple: “I don’t have a choice,” I… Read More Surviving a Home Remodelling
The fountain’s white spray shot up from the blue lake and sparkled against the green trees behind the Hilton Orlando Bonnet Creek. The setting sun broke through the low light-grey clouds in patches of reddish orange. The air felt warm and blanket-y on my bare arms after hours in the air-conditioned meeting space behind me.… Read More BlogHer17 in Orlando