This week I got a phone call from my daughter in San Francisco, the very same daughter who, six months ago, was struggling to figure out what to do post-college with a degree in anthropology. She is interning at a nonprofit agency by day and waitressing at night, having the time of her life as…
The year was 1976: America celebrated its 200th birthday, Alex Haley published Roots, the Dow Jones closed at 1004, and I arrived in Tucson with a backpack, a college degree and $80 in my pocket. My parents were less than thrilled with my postgrad decision to hitchhike across the country to “find myself.” Tucson was,…
The year my daughter Lauren became a bat mitzvah, she gave me a gift I will never forget. She taught me how to forgive. Anna and I were more than sisters, better than best friends. We were the closest of confidantes all through college. She carried my books and helped me up icy steps when…
It was early morning, and we could tell by the blanket of heat enveloping Grand Teton National Park that the day was going to be a scorcher. We loaded up with water and food, slathered on sunscreen and covered ourselves with enough bug repellent to keep everything, including close friends, away. Ready and raring to…
