With great enthusiasm I belted out the Alphabet song. I’d heard it sung since my earliest memory. Regardless of it’s meaning, I could sing that song. Singing the “ABC’s” along with my friends in kindergarten gave me the delicious taste of belonging. But all of that...

Hickory Dickory Dock My life was quite a shock I survived My child then thrived Hickory Dickory Dock

I sat in a huge office staring out windows that overlooked Harvard Square and listened while the psychologist explained my results. After two full days of curious questions, funny inkblots, tenuous reading, awkward writing and the math I had dismissed completely, my...

When my car’s odometer hit car 100,000 miles I pulled over and took note. Wow, I thought, where have I traveled these last six years? When my 20-year-old son orchestrated his first trip to Japan I watched his flight soar overhead in awe and wonder. When did this child...

Creativity explodes from within. Its force is like an atom spewing every particle of energy throughout the body. When an original thought unveils itself, the power of its potential can be so great the recipient feels a surge of electric energy running right through...

Bringing new beliefs into the universe IS difficult. Sometimes isolating, but to see your belief enrich a life is profound, humbling and deeply gratifying. The unyielding determination to help improve the human condition is what drives me. In a lifetime of work there...

This morning I carved through the great snow mountain that had buried my mailbox in our blizzard’s wake. I faced a mound five feet high and eight feet deep. Primed to tackle it, I just grabbed the shovel and began digging. Being a person under, five feet tall, I found...

Holding tight to my bowl of homemade potato salad, I trotted to keep up with Colleen, our group’s leader. I kept my eyes trained on the tail end of her red cooler as it zigged and zagged through the crowd. A veteran attendee of the annual Japanese Lantern Festival,...

Flying to visit my in-laws, I am reminded how much we take for granted. Like my husband’s mom, now 88, and a part of his life for so long it is easier to imagine she will always be here than face the fact that time is marching on. Of course logically, we know what is...