My earliest memory involves my dad. In the memory, I am standing outside of my house in Cleveland, […]
parenthood
In 1991, I turned thirteen. I was well past cartoon years and yet when Beauty & the Beast […]
My brain, and heart, and my vanity are a bit bruised with the realization that I’m stepping on […]
One thing I inherited from my parents and grandparents is a love and respect of the newspaper. Like, […]
July 15, 1948 was the day my life became a possibility. It was a full 29 years before […]
I choose to believe nearly five years after her death, that my mother sends me gifts. I have […]
Once I locked my chocolate eyes on the dark round version of my Prima’s, I became filled with […]
