Spying on my daughters playing Barbies in their room brings me back to my childhood in an instant. My sister and I could play for hours together. We would act out various scenes for our Barbies, Ken and Skipper like: courtrooms, weddings and ‘regular’ times at home. We would pretend Barbie is the mom and … More »
I can still feel the chill on my cheek while whipping around the rink. I launch into a Double Axel. I land, all though shaky, feeling badly that I didn’t make it successfully. I turn the corner to see my mom in the parents’ viewing benches with a smile so bright she lit the rink … More »
I am furiously typing up a memo to a client, when in the middle of my thought I hear my five-year-old ask if I am done yet. I answer her back that I will be soon. With that interruption I am blocked on where my train of thought went, so I hit the save button. … More »
“Tick, Tock.” I tilt my head to each side mimicking the motions of a clock. My three-year-old’s eyes are intently watching me. I just mimicked what she did to me. Now we will see if she will continue the mirror game. “Now, you try.” I point to her and wait. In the many months that … More »
