The Magic Mountain

What’s the best part about riding an innertube down a mountain with a bunch of giggling eight-year-olds? Feeling twenty-nine years younger. Better yet? Momentarily forgetting those twenty-nine years altogether. Truth is, I didn’t have much business even...

I’m Just Thirsty

It was 2:44 p.m., just shy of an hour before USAir flight 1549 slid into the Hudson River a few blocks west of my office. I was sitting at my desk, celebrating the few minutes I had between meetings by blowing email out of my inbox like Missile Command....

Planned Parenthood

On the street, Edward refused to take my hand, issuing a long, withdrawn, “Nooooooooooo!” So I carried him. On the subway platform, the roar of the trains scared him. So I held him, whispering, “I won’t let anything happen to you, I...

Low Country Christmas

Cashmere and wool were the first casualties of our arrival in Charleston. The air was warm and wet. The sky wide and blue. Even with the wreaths that adorn the white picket gates of Bray’s Island, I wasn’t sure it was Christmas. My memories of the season...