I recently visited a wonderful independent high school in North Carolina, and was lucky to get the chance to speak with a number of incredible faculty members, parents and students. At one point during my visit, the high school principal …
Last year, I had my hair done next to bestselling author Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) at the Drybar on W. 16th Street in Manhattan. When I walked in, she was seated in the lobby area. Liz Gilbert wears ankle boots, …
I was sitting at my local coffee shop yesterday morning when I inadvertently let out a deep sigh. Subconsciously, it was probably a sigh of relief and gratitude for a “Wait, all that happened? In one year? And I am still …
With back-to-school, the number one request I get is around school supplies – what to buy? There is really no one product that does it all for students, but often, the biggest mistake parents and students make when buying school …
Last year, I was visiting an all-girls independent school on the East Coast when a mom came up to ask me about her daughter, who was an excellent student and introverted. Many times, the school day – with all it’s …
Last fall, I was walking through a middle school hallway when a young seventh grade girl stopped me. “Aren’t you the woman who gave that presentation to us last week?” she asked plaintively. I answered affirmatively, and told her I …
I’ve been thinking about this story for many years, because it is a story that thread throughout my childhood and young adult years. I could never quite find the words to make it work or give it justice, but a …
Last week, my sister and I received a group text from our father asking, “Do you have any plans for June 15?” By now, we are both smarter than his not-so-subtle reminders, and replied with some version of “It’s Father’s …
Sometimes, life throws you surprises. Hopefully, more of the surprises are of the happy variety, of course – like a few days ago, when I got home from dinner with a friend (at local kitchen and wine merchant in SF, …
One of my favorite childhood memories was of my mom reading to me every evening. We lived in an apartment off the University of Connecticut campus, and each evening, I would convince my mother to read me two or three …
