Tiny Mantras

I have become an aficionado of science documentaries; a connoisseur of Cosmos, a knower of Nova and a devotee of the Discovery Channel. Because space remains the iron core of…

Dear Declan, You are six today. Six! That’s halfway to twelve. That’s one-third of the way to 18. You’ve grown so much this year. Taller. Wiser. Kinder.  More confident, and…

My mom broke into bedtime last night to deliver “good news and bad news” to me. Apparently we are descendants of early U.S. settler Richard Treat, which means that we…

There I was, trying to get a few things done at my mom’s dining room table, when Melvin arrived to pick up my great-grandmother’s couch. It will be refinished by…

I used to bristle when someone told me, “I will pray for you.” It seemed presumptuous. Who were they praying to? And how did they know that their God had…

The other day, my son was asked to draw a picture of something he is grateful for. He made semi-scribbly, red twisty lines. Above them, he wrote “DNA.” I asked…