Self-Identity and Image
I recently had the opportunity to go back to Princeton University, for my Class’ 30th reunion. This was especially meaningful for me, since I haven’t been back on campus for nearly three decades. Princeton – the ...
Hospitals. No one likes them, but many of us will end up in one at some point. Sometimes, it’s for happy events, such as a new addition to the family. But, a lot of the ...
A friend #CheckedIn with me last week, during which I shared this description of what my family life was like growing up: Brilliant and Broken. You see, Dad was a doctor. Mom was an opera ...
“Can you think of an experience when you felt unwelcome, or that you didn’t belong? What was the situation? What did you perceive the signals to be? How did that make you feel?” This is ...
“You are a Joseph,” my mother used to say to me. It was her way of saying I was a bridge between people. A connector of the unexpected sort. I’ve always known this to be ...
I originally shared this on May 30th. And unsurprisingly, you can substitute “last night” in the first paragraph for any point in time over the past four weeks and it is still relevant. This is ...
Listen for the pop of the cork. I was talking with a group of friends, recently. Three of us are Black, two are White. We can rap about almost anything. We’re all engaged in our ...
My first grey hair appeared in 1982, when I was 20 years old. It was my boyfriend Sean’s fault. I thought I loved him; he was tall, blonde, wore a scuffed-up leather jacket and had ...
Many years ago, not long after the birth of our beautiful firstborn, one of my husband’s co-workers came to visit us in our home, which at the time was also brand new. As she sat ...
Tonight I returned my mom to her assisted living facility after being out of town with us the past week of Christmas. For the 3 hour drive down, she insisted that she needed to stop ...
