

Let's Have a Margarita
I’ve always been amazed at how certain moments become permanently etched into memory, the way the details become more than just history: they become a part of who you are. I couldn’t tell you what I had for dinner last Wednesday, but I recall everything about the days that my children were born and the day my mother died. I know precisely where I was on September 11, 2001. There have been so many pivotal moments that stand out, their importance noted for one reason or another


The Tears
Kids don’t hide their emotions: if they are sad, they cry. Somewhere along the path into adulthood, we are taught to restrain those feelings. We tell children to hold back the tears, to be strong and brave, sending them a message that somehow it is not acceptable to express sadness. And eventually, we simply lose the ability to show how we feel, rarely allowing ourselves to be vulnerable. We worry so much about what others think of us, and if we will be perceived as weak. And