Something in the way she moves…..

There is something in the way my daughter moves that elicits strong physical memories of my childhood. Both of my kids are highly kinesthetic. My son, perpetually fighting imagined villains, never stops darting, kicking, rolling, falling, and slicing- much to my annoyance (grungey floors in public places) and sometimes embarrassment (totally wrong moment as deemed … Continue reading Something in the way she moves…..

Leading Me Here

Ten years ago I was living in NYC. I loved it. Good and bad, I loved every bit of it. Every blade of grass in the Sheep Meadow in Central Park. Every bookstore. Every pretzel cart. Every step stepped where history was made and interesting people walked before. Ten years ago I was pursuing the … Continue reading Leading Me Here