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
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
Hey! I'm poking my head in here to say that I'm still around. Its been a little quiet here in the past few weeks because...well, I kind of needed to be after talking about death. Such a deep subject that I had no experience in talking to children about but personal experience with--well, that requires … Continue reading Screen time, breaks, and everything in between
My mother is a devout Catholic. This fact has not changed since I was born. What has changed is the fact that I am no longer a devout Catholic. This fact, by itself, poses a threat to my mother. It’s one of the many things that we disagree about—why I don’t go to church, and … Continue reading Sundays with Grandma, or a tale about a toddler who accepts bribes