
When my son Charlie was 10 years old, a friend of his in his 4th grade class was diagnosed with a fatal brain tumor. I remember how I felt when I was told that July about Elizabeth’s fate. I was sick to my stomach, immobilized by fear, unable to separate my own maternal instincts from the reality confronting her parents. When she died the following December, one week before … Read More

Ever since I began writing this blog, I have tried, to no avail, to access the DNA of the 
I am not a print person I never wear them, but I do love charismatic colors, intriguing patterns, texture and most of all art that makes me stop and think. When I was in my 30’s, 

No one does dramatic romance quite like Leo Tolstoy. Yesterday I went to see the cinematic version of his literary masterpiece, Anna Karenina, hailed by his peers as a “flawless work of art”. I read this book when I was 19 and pining for a boyfriend who was always elusive. Caught up in the moment, I imagined myself the next great American novelist whose emotional theatrics would also stun the …