I didn’t notice that the paper was red and green, only that it was beautifully wrapped.  It was three days past my December birthday. I assumed the gift awaiting me at the end of a long day did not want to wait another moment to be opened. I removed the plaid bow. I carefully lifted…

This week marks a decade since Howard died. Like my father, he died within weeks of a lung cancer diagnosis. Dad had died on Christmas day, Howard the first week of December. Two years later my mother’s would also be a December death. With the arrival of my December birthday, my heart memory reminds me…

I love to talk. It is a natural state for me. I think by talking aloud. For 25 years I made a litigator’s living by talking. The fifth of eight children, talking was a serious survival skill. I enjoy talking to a room of hundreds or walking into that same room and making a connection…

I stare at the photo as though I’d never seen it before. Alone in my living room, I hold the black and white Polaroid in my hand and start to choke up. It’s been twenty-fours since Tim died. When I returned home for the holiday break Tim overheard me talking to our mom in the…

“They just don’t care,” he said. His disgust infused his disappointment. The silver haired man in a suit with bright blue eyes scanned the room of the anxiously hopeful awaiting results on the big screen? “Where are the young people?  They just don’t care.” “They just don’t” he repeated, shaking his head. He spouted off…

“I just hate him,” she said. She started to cry again. My hug felt like a petty comfort to the searing pain the blast had left. It was 72 hours after the Tree of Life Synagogue slaughter. She was referring not to the shooter but to the president of the United States. I knew which…

I stopped in the hallway to listen. History was about to be made. President Reagan announced the nomination of the first woman to the United States Supreme Court. It was the summer of 1981. I had just graduated from law school, I was working for a small law firm while awaiting my bar exam results….

Despite being among the increasing number of those who do not attend church with any regularity, I read with great interest in my Sunday morning paper about the disappearance of religious and spiritual conversations in our culture. Author Jonathan Merritt explained that Google has the data on millions of books which show that, not only…

I felt a hand on my right breast. I sat up abruptly, frightened. My fear quickly turned to relief as I realized the hand was my own. Just a bad dream. The week before I had spent an entire day of my otherwise beautiful California vacation captivated and crushed as I watched the Senate Judiciary…

October is Domestic Violence Awareness month.  Each year we work with clients who have been abused by their spouse.  Each year we continue to hear the truths of parents who suffer so as to protect their children, who stay silent for years before seeking security, and who come to our office full of trepidation and…