An entire life can change in the blink of an eye. This is ever more true when you become a parent. I remember one day when I was pregnant with our first child. I was grocery shopping. While I was leaning over a display case to check out the produce someone took my cart.

I sit in the corner of the exam room watching the nurse palpate my sister’s breast. My own hand rests upon my belly feeling the steady thump of the child inside. We each have something growing inside us.

My 25th college reunion is approaching. Whether or not I will attend has more to do with timing and finances than anything else, but I can’t help but wonder what I would talk about with friends and classmates long forgotten.

Last weekend my husband and son were both sick in bed. While I was preparing dinner my eight year old daughter asked to help. After cutting up the bananas for the fruit salad she decided it would be fun to pretend we were working in a diner.

I never met my father’s mother. Couldn’t remember her name until I learned my older sister is her namesake.
I found her picture once wedged between the Jewish World Atlas and a biography of Moshe Dayan.

Dear President Obama,
I am writing to thank you.
My husband and I have two children (ages 13 and 8). We are very fortunate. We have always had a roof over our heads and enough to