Good Morning Hugs

He’s always the first one up, Shaya. His quiet footsteps against the wood floors signal his coming, and he shuffles to me, wherever I am downstairs, with deliberate focus, must find Mommy. Sometimes he comes with his blanket and favorite stuffed animal of the week, sometimes he comes empty-handed, always in pajamas, usually of the flannel variety. He walks up to… Read more →

Look at that incredible lowering sun last night, with a view of the Belle Isle Bridge. I simply love rowing.

Love & Rowing

Seats 3 and 4 – ROW! My husband’s strong shoulders and back leaned forward and I followed his lead, me in seat 3, he in seat 4, as we slid up on the seat, bent our knees, dipped the blade of the oar into the wavy Detroit River waters and pulled back in sync. Good, 3 and 4. Good rowing… Read more →

Asher and I in Sedona for his 10th birthday. What an amazing kid.

Afraid of the Words?

I’ve been combing through my blogs to pull together the best ones for an anthology to be published later this year. So far, I’ve completed all of 2008, and wow, walking down my old dusty paths was heart-wrenching. That was the year I got divorced. Shaya was still a baby, and Eliana and Asher wore the innocence of young childhood.… Read more →


Finding Love in my 40s

  Four years ago today was the hottest, steamiest day of the summer. With my three children close at my side, I walked over grass in high-heeled white satin sandals to a wedding canopy comprised of my grandfather’s prayer shawl and held by our best friends. And there, I promised to love and partner with Dan for the rest of… Read more →


The Power of Friendship

Yesterday, my car ambled over highway and paved road, gravel road and backwoods, until I arrived at Iris’ house. Iris. A writer friend I met many years ago and haven’t seen in a while, but with whom I reconnected over email and then in person. Her beautiful house on acreage in bright sun and blue sky, where she devoted a… Read more →

In the book and the movie, The Reluctant Fundamentalist, the main character asks his university students, "Is there a Pakistani dream? And if so, what does that look like?"

Who Do You Love?

This is not a simple question. I’m not talking about the person sitting next to you, your life partner, your precious children. Not your parents or your siblings or the best friend who sat by your bedside when you were really sick. That’s not what I mean. I mean, what is your life about? What do you love? Who do… Read more →