Great Adventure

When I was in 4^th grade I went on a school trip to Great Adventure. I had never really been to an amusement park before, so I felt fairly fearless. I easily followed my friends from ride to ride happily spinning and turning on Spiders and Enterprises and Round… Read full post »

The year is 1995. I am sitting at the bar in the Tin Angel with my, now husband, then boyfriend. We have come to hear Richie Havens. He is singing about Peace and Freedom and playing furiously as he does lighting the darkened room with a catalytic kinetic fever. The passion… Read full post »

“There are two presidents” S remarks from the back seat of the car. I look around trying to find his reference and I see two clean cut black men with suit jackets on selling pies.

Oh you mean the men selling pies. They are not Barack Obama. They are just… Read full post »

For several semesters I was given the opportunity to teach the Arts in Learning course at the Tyler school of Art. This course is a required course for the College of Education students at Temple University. With the cut-back of Arts funding for visual art or music classes in the… Read full post »

I hate asking for money. This year as M is in Kindergarten the first level of charity or “community service” as we term it today, began. For Halloween he brought home a UNICEF - trick or treat for Halloween box. He was very excited about collecting though I could feel… Read full post »

I am watching my son walk away. We are in a baseball field and I can see his little legs in grey sweatpants peeking out of the red puffy winter coat he complains so much about. His steps are heavy and deliberate, like mine. How many times has his father commented… Read full post »

Every month or so or right before one of my son’s birthday’s I take my children to Korea town. My sons' don’t have a palate for Korean food yet, but I can usually find something sweet in Korean packaging. Thus my sons' have the cultural identity experience of walking in a… Read full post »

Perhaps it is because I was orphaned. Perhaps it is because I was raised in a religious cult. Perhaps it is because most of my elementary school teachers were Vietnam Vets. Perhaps it is because when I played Cinderella in my 5^th grade play I wore combat boots instead of glass… Read full post »

It began with the job search..sort of.

When I was young all I did was search for love. Then I got married. After marriage all I yearned for was a child. Then I became pregnant. After trying for 5 years, with a masters and a profession on the up… Read full post »