Childhood dreams
We made them crowd into the shed, sweltering in the Sacramento summer. It was our “classroom.” And by golly, we had signed …
I wanted to be a ballerina when I grew up
My dance teacher, Joanna of Joanna’s Kids-R-It in Sacramento, is celebrating her 30th anniversary teaching dance and gymnastics. I’m tickled to see …
An airplane fairy with Cessna wings
Me and my Cessna wings. “But where are your wings?!” she exclaimed, her tiny 5-year old fingers exploring the center of my …
#100HappyDays: Birthday time
A birthday gazing ball crafted by my lovely mother My birthday fell on a Monday this year so I knew it was …
A journaling fool
Can I tell you how grateful I am that blogging didn’t exist during my childhood? As a kid who read Holocaust memoirs …
Flashback Friday #2
With all of this week’s sad things (see here, here, and here for just a few examples), I’ve been trying to limit my …
Flashback Friday #1
Who knew finishing my doctorate would mean going back in time? Well, that’s what it feels like tackling an overdue to-do: Diminishing …