Covid finally caught up to me last week now two and half years and three shots into this global pandemic. I woke up last Wednesday morning with a sore throat, and by the time I tested positive in the late afternoon, I had full blown body aches, a headache, congestion…

I can so clearly remember learning how to write a proper letter in third grade. I was instructed by my teacher to put my name and address in the upper right hand corner of the paper, the date below that, and then the recipient’s name and address on the left…

Other people have always noticed a resemblance, but I didn’t see it until now — When I was growing up, everyone told me that I looked like my mom. People often called me Becky — her name, not mine. I got so used to it that I didn’t correct them though I really didn’t see the resemblance. She had light-brown hair with a bounce at…

As it turns out, the act of writing a list was not making me a more productive person — I’ve always loved a good to-do list. To be fair, I love most kinds of lists — shopping lists, best-of lists, guest lists — but I’m not a big fan of bucket lists. I have been making lists for as long as I can remember. When I was little, I…

I know that most people are feeling Zoomed out. I know that I am supposed to feel that way too. I know that nothing replaces real in person human interaction. I mean I did tear up when first reunited with friends in person, albeit outside and six feet apart, back…

The rumor was true: the days went by slowly but the years went by fast — When my son was in first grade, he came home from school one day with a way-too-big T-shirt that the teacher gave out to the whole class for their upcoming field day. On the back of the shirt, it said in large black, block lettering “Class of 2022.” This was…

I am hosting Thanksgiving this year, but I am calling it Vax-giving. I did not make that term up. I read about it in The New York Times Daily morning email last week, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since then. I love a good play…

The remnants of Hurricane Ida flooded our basement. My family and I hunkered down there last Wednesday watching our local weather reporters try and predict the potential path of multiple tornados near where we live in suburban Philadelphia. We noted how lucky we were to have such a cozy accommodating…

Deliberating over the fate of childhood toys, trophies, and trinkets — Throughout this past year, I have spent a considerable amount of time cleaning out my house. I can hear my family laughing as I write this because, in truth, I spend a considerable amount of time every year cleaning out my house. Channeling my inner Marie Kondo, I recalled the…