During the four-hour-long drive home from Boston the other night, I was able to enjoy something that is a rarity—listening to my own music. A standard road trip usually involves my daughter acting as the DJ, making musical choices based on her own whimsy. I spend a large portion of the trip begging her to …
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Balance
I feel I have lost the balance in my life. To some, this might not be that surprising—it doesn’t really take much to throw things off kilter. It could be a sudden business trip to Boston, a school function that didn’t make it onto the calendar, a family gathering that hasn’t had all the details …
A Difficult Lesson: Severing a Relationship
There is something that I feel compelled to explain, it is something that I often allude to in my writing, and it is something that I am afraid—if not explained properly—may be misunderstood by my daughter when she is older. Of all the fears I have for when she grows up, the one that I …
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My Journey Continued: Moving to Istanbul
When I returned home from England—during my last year of college—the only thing I could think about was when I would leave again. I didn’t want to be back in Allentown, PA, learning about the world—I wanted to see the world. I wanted to be on the Underground in London, or walking through a cemetery …
Don’t We All Need Therapy?
I know that a lot of parents joke about inevitably forcing their children into therapy as adults—trying to cope with the psychological damage we inflict on them when they are young. I often think the same thing whenever I find myself yelling irrationally at my children—especially my daughter—over their messy rooms, their seemingly constant fighting, …
Please (Don’t) Be Like Me
There are a lot of things about myself that I would love to pass on to my daughter—my self-confidence, my empathy for others, my love of travel—but until I had a child, I honestly didn’t believe that children were destined to turn out to be like their parents. I mean, I wasn’t anything like mine, …
a Book for My Daughter 