Some people call me Visa or Lira or Lina. My name isn’t difficult to pronounce; my handwriting is impossible to read. To refer to my pathetic penmanship as chicken scratches would be an insult to poultry everywhere. Growing up, my siblings and I turned our phone messages into a written game of charades. Did Kim Read More →

A week before my significant other and I arrived on campus for Parents Weekend, I called my younger son to find out which night we could take him to dinner. Four weeks later, I looked around my freshman’s cramped dorm room at him, his dad, his dad’s fiancée, and my boyfriend sitting inches from each Read More →

My niece and her five-year-old friends gathered in a perfect circle in my sister’s family room, eagerly awaiting their dream fairytale character to arrive. Rapunzel made a grand entrance by gliding through the front door, her blond ponytail dragging behind her. The room of mini-princesses, dressed in frilly purple gowns and bright, sparkly shoes, cried Read More →

This past year, my younger son and I toured a few of the colleges on his wish list. After visiting schools two years ago with his older brother, I knew these college tours were going to be as exciting as waiting in line for 26 hours to get a driver’s license, but I was looking Read More →

I was sitting in my stylist’s chair when I overheard two women talking in the waiting area. One was holding a large white box her friend had given her from a retailer so expensive, the store manager could demand a cover charge and customers would pay it. “What is this?” the box-holder asked. “It’s an Read More →