By Maud Kersnowski Sachs Lately, I’ve been dressing like a slob. I’m pretty much living in yoga pants and over-sized flannel shirts. But it was the shoes that made me realize there was problem: a pair of...
Archive - February 2017
By Maud Kersnowski Sachs “We the People…” “Four score and seven years ago…” “I have a dream…” We all know these words. They are the words that we teach our children. They mark times of hope and inclusion...
By Maud Kersnowski Sachs I hit the wall yesterday. More accurately, a carton of eggs hit me in the middle of a supermarket. All I could do was stand there crying with raw eggs and shells dripping down the front of my coat. (It...
By Maud Kersnowski Sachs Two weeks ago, I was standing on East 42nd Street with some friends, my husband, my nine-year-old daughter, her best friend, and 400,000 other people, many of us wearing pink knit hats. Even the police...