Today, in the wake of Ferguson, my beginner’s heart is breaking. There seems so very little to be grateful for. I wasn’t even going to write. And then I thought — there is one sad, terrible thing for which I am grateful for. Something I shouldn’t even have to think about — the race of…

Technology — and loving sons — is a winning combination. My younger son emailed today, asking for book suggestions. The email said he was getting ready to go to India. Now, I knew this. But you didn’t call first? And you know what? He meant next week, Mom, so chill. Which I did. Eventually. AFTER…

We’re big on adventures in my family. My beloved enlisted in the Marines during Việt Nam because he wanted to see what it was like. (My mother-in-law — loopy about many things — STILL goes ballistic if you mention this.) We left for Algiers a week after marrying. Went to Saudi Arabia when my elder son…

This is my wonderful family. These are my infinitely fallible and perfect sons, my perfect daughter-in-law (known in my writings as DIL), my beloved. And this is a story about empathy. Both of my sons look — to anyone outside the immediate family — perfect. I will not share their private pasts, but suffice to…

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