Have you ever read a book that is so powerful and so enlightening because it opened up your eyes to a world that you've never been in and have no understanding of? This feeling doesn't happen to me very often, but when it does...especially if it comes from a book, I am amazed because only … Continue reading Book Review: The Help by Kathryn Stockett
About a month ago, I read what was perhaps one of the most brave, honest and poignant books of the year called What My Mother and I Don't Talk About edited by Michele Filgate. The title is long, but attractive to me nonetheless. And true to its form, it's a collection of stories from a … Continue reading What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About–a review and other things
Imagine the the first story--a middle class family moves to a small town in New England called Ludlow, Maine because the husband got a pretty good job. The house they move into is perfect--spacious and quiet, with nice neighbors around, and even a field where the kids can play. The only problem is--the house is … Continue reading A comparison of two Stephen King novels
Hey friends! I wrote a little review of the TV show Friends (one of my top favorites) on Medium. Check out the story here.
On the many ways in which I felt connected to AnneIf there’s ever a book that is more depressing and yet lively, filled with the fluidity of human emotion, it would be The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. I first read this book many, many years ago in high school—when you’re learning … Continue reading Book Review: Anne Frank–the Diary of a Young Girl
If I had a list called “Books I Didn’t Think Were Good but Is Actually Really Good,” the book Us by David Nicholls would top the list (along with Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine and Crazy Rich Asians). It’s the kind of story that I would write if I were to write a book (although … Continue reading Book Review: Us by David Nicholls
I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty typical kid. As a little girl, I didn’t like wearing dresses, but I liked playing with dolls – I even made clothes for them – as well as hopscotch, jump rope, marble games, and an imaginary game called “House” with the neighborhood boys. (You can guess how … Continue reading The mystery of the boomerang generation, to me anyway
I’m not usually the superstitious type. Sure, I believe in the Chinese zodiac and its predictions on personality, relationships and success in life, but things like phases of the moon or Friday the 13th or 666 being unlucky numbers are simply beyond me. But somehow, for the past few weeks, I’ve stumbled on several articles … Continue reading Raising kind kids, one step at a time