Childhood and the Building Blocks We Never Forget
If you think about it, we build much of our adult lives on fragments of our childhood. No matter who
If you think about it, we build much of our adult lives on fragments of our childhood. No matter who
With all that is happening in our country, I am reposting this piece. I am also praying for the father
When growing up, I lived near a castle, one I could easily walk to or ride my bike. And thinking
I have been told that it started when I was three years old. We had two throw rugs in a
Joan Didion is a writer and thinker whose work has stayed with me. The Year of Magical Thinking was a
After 9-11 life was totally altered for all of us. As a writer, I sat and stared at my manuscript,
I do love being on social media, for it allows me to reconnect with old Chicago friends from high school, college,
I It didn’t work out. I made my children liver sausage sandwiches with mayonnaise, garnished the top with circles of
I wonder if some of the generations below us have decided that we are too old to dream. Because
Writer, researcher Hillary Mantel wrote: “History is not the past, it is the method we have evolved of organizing our
Recently, in an advice column in our local Chicago paper, a woman asked about her blurred visions. The columnist advised
“You have your wonderful memories,” people said later, as if memories were solace. Memories are not. Memories are by definition
After our celebrations to bring in a New Year have taken place, we’re left to our own devices. But does
SO WHY READ THIS NOVEL? Maggie O’Farrell could not have known that our spinning globe would be plagued by
It amazes me, that in these times of easy access to music, a song can define who you are,
My mother Jinni, who raised us after my father’s sudden heart attack and death, revealed through her example the rewards