When I was growing up, the Twin Brothers Rama and I were allowed to watch one hour of TV on school nights. Ours was not a household where the TV was always running in the background; you had to ask … Continue reading
The first year I went to summer sleepaway camp, I didn’t take a shower, change my underwear, or brush my hair for two weeks. I ate Tang straight out of the canister and wore the same outfit every single day. … Continue reading
When the P-Dawg graduated from medical school back in the day, we took a celebratory trip to London. On the top of my husband’s sight seeing list was Sir Christoper Wren’s famous St. Paul’s Cathedral, an architectural marvel with no … Continue reading
When my brothers and I were little, our family spoke only Lithuanian at home. We still do. But as the hour approached for me to begin kindergarten, my parents made a concerted effort to ensure that I’d be able to … Continue reading
One summer during college, I went on a retreat with my Catholic youth group. And not just any retreat, but a canoeing retreat. It took place at Canada’s stunningly beautiful Algonquin Provincial Park and I regretted it from the moment … Continue reading
