Childhood
Hoops, Memories and Community: A Basketball Story
I am not a sports person. Most people who know me will tell you that words “Leah” and “sports” are far from synonymous, especially when
Leah
January 29, 2020
I am not a sports person. Most people who know me will tell you that words “Leah” and “sports” are far from synonymous, especially when
Me at age 16 (It’s the best I could do) Last month I had the great pleasure of seeing my musical hero, Mary Chapin Carpenter,
This photo of me at 22-months old (not even 2 years) shows exactly how far back music has been in my life. According to my
I am a proud member of Generation X. I was born in 1975, making me 43-years-old. My formative years were the late 1980s and early
I’d venture to guess that, unless you’re a fan of 1970s folk music, you’ve probably never heard much about or listened to Harry Chapin. This
I’ve always thought of myself as a collector of memories, not necessarily things. The exception is when the things are symbolic of the memory itself.
Sophie and I spent this week prepping the Valentines for today’s class party. In the midst of our work, she casually mentioned to me she
“Mom, who exactly is Steve Jobs?” Sophie asked as we were watching the Golden Globe Awards. “He’s the man who invented Apple, ” I said.
This is a sensitive topic for me and I hesitated even sharing it as a post. But I remembered this is my personal space, and