“You need to learn how to accept help,” my friend Jane told me back in 2011 when I was packing up the home my family was leaving after 27 years. She had barged into my house uninvited, thank God, her arms full of boxes, intent on helping me through one
One of the gifts I received while working with writing tutor Jane Gassner came after she pushed me over and over again to get my 87-year-old mother to share her story. Jane insisted I understand how my mother’s upbringing, her marriage to my father and the times in which they
Navigating this town is hard. Well, let me clarify. Not having any knowledge whatsoever of the language makes getting around a tad difficult. Luckily, street names are listed on the signs in both Chinese and English. And luckily I have Apple’s map app on my phone (remember Google Maps is censored) plus
Ok, I must admit. Today took everything I had in me to follow through with a big fat statement I’d made. When in a new city, I like to live like the locals live, in an apartment or in a home. Shanghai was no exception. My friend Casey had asked
It’s 10:28pm. I just got back from my first writing class. There were 16 or 17 of us taking the class. A few young ones, but most ranging from 40 to 60 years old. We went around the room introducing ourselves, one by one telling a snippet of the memoirs we
I’m nervous. Tomorrow morning I board a plane to New Orleans for probably one of the most exciting opportunities of my life. I have a sneaking suspicion it will be life-changing. The 27 of us chosen to participate in the NOLA bound project will come from Boston, Houston, Cleveland, New
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