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
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.
Back in the early years of the 2000s (Why does that sound so odd?), I fell in love with The Food Network and all the
The last several weeks have been spent going through my entire house — deciding what stays and what goes — in preparation for our upcoming
Happy Monday! We’re well into the month of June and I’ve been consumed with work, end of Sophie’s school activities (TWO. MORE. DAYS OF SCHOOL!),
One of the hardest parts of parenthood is how your child’s problems can so often cause your own childhood emotions and memories to float to
To my mom … Happy Birthday! My mom is one of the most creative people I know. She can take an ordinary box, jar lid
Today it donned on me. Facebook is one big scrapbook. When I was a kid, I was so into keeping scrapbooks. Not the crafty sticker-embellished
One of the finest women I’ve ever met is my paternal grandmother, Gertrude Singer. She was a truly amazing woman and although I’m saddened that