Children's Lit Book Group

It’s a Wednesday morning in June, and my family has just dropped me off at the airport. I walk in, pulling a small rolling bag behind me and carrying a…

Growing up, we never celebrated Mother’s Day. My mother always claimed it was an invention of the greeting card companies, or that’s how I remember it. I recently learned it…

I was not an adventurous child. And yet somehow I took a train by myself when I was eight years old. My family was staying outside of London for a…

It was one of those great evenings–we had two other couples and their children over for dinner, and the kids (five of them) had all found ways to occupy themselves…

I have a friend who’s been referring to herself – and, therefore, to me, as we’re the same age – as “middle-aged” for several years now. I think she started…