Book Review: The Help by Kathryn Stockett

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 a small number of books have done that for me. … Continue reading Book Review: The Help by Kathryn Stockett

What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About–a review and other things

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 variety of writers about things that they’ve never discussed with … Continue reading What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About–a review and other things

Book Review: Anne Frank–the Diary of a Young Girl

On the many ways in which I felt connected to Anne If 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 about the Holocaust and World War II, it was the book … Continue reading Book Review: Anne Frank–the Diary of a Young Girl

Book Review: Us by David Nicholls

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 my version wouldn’t be nearly as good as David’s). The … Continue reading Book Review: Us by David Nicholls

Screen time, breaks, and everything in between

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 a short sabbatical in my book. (And also, because I … Continue reading Screen time, breaks, and everything in between

Sundays with Grandma, or a tale about a toddler who accepts bribes

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 why I shouldn’t “abandon” my religion, because after all, I … Continue reading Sundays with Grandma, or a tale about a toddler who accepts bribes