Now what?

This is the rhetorical question my husband half-heartedly threw towards my hastily retreating body as I practically ran down the escalator from the departure area of Newark airport two weeks ago. We had just dropped our daughter, our oldest child, off for her overnight flight to the UK and grad school in Scotland. The airport … Continue reading Now what?

Holding Hands With Your Heart

I cried on the way to Trader Joe's today. What is it about being in the car alone that makes every wistful thought, every premonition of the future and mournful reminiscence of the past come surging to the surface? It must be the lulling monotony of the drive that causes our minds to tiptoe into … Continue reading Holding Hands With Your Heart