Two years ago, my life took a left turn. The phone rang. The biopsy was positive. I had breast cancer. I am not alone. Look around any Starbucks. Chances are every eighth woman in line will get that call eventually...
Archive - May 2018
Steven Shore hates me. That’s what I thought as a Bard College freshman in his Photography 101 class, while I argued about why I had not done the assignment as directed: uncropped, unmanipulated, and uncontrived. Looking back...
This post is part of the series P.T.A. : Parenting Through the Apocalypse (my occasionally fictional life.) Every morning, she stands in front of my daughter’s elementary school oozing nonchalant self-confidence. Chatting...