When the sliding glass doors open at Target, I stride in. I get what I need. I check out and leave, fighting the feeling that always sneaks in the door with me. Target has everything I need except my daughters. Some…
The Witch’s lament from “Into the Woods” haunts me. “Children can only grow from something you love into something you lose,” she mourns, after her beloved Rapunzel escapes the tower. It is part of Sondheim’s genius that your heart is breaking…
Pepper came home from puppy playtime the other day with a wet sticky spot on her leg and a small limp. “She’ll be fine,” said the kind and capable young woman who dropped her off. “I’m not sure what she…