I’m not a Tennis Person. Nor am I a person who likes Tennis People. They’re a ruthless lot: cold, thin and not particularly sensitive to the feelings of others. So you can imagine how ashamed I am to have picked up a stubborn, nasty tennis habit. It just wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. Read More
Back in April, I became an aunt for the fifth time. This was a happy event for my family and me. We celebrated, we circumcised, we gifted, we cuddled, we cooed. But I’d be lying if I said that little Harrison’s arrival wasn’t bundled with a smidgeon of dread.
It’s not that I don’t love Read More
Back in April, I became an aunt for the fifth time. This was a happy event for my family and me. We celebrated, we circumcised, we gifted, we cuddled, we cooed. But I’d be lying if I said that little Harrison’s arrival wasn’t bundled with a smidgeon of dread.
It’s not that I don’t love Read More
