When I was a child, I lost one father and gained another. Damaged and blessed simultaneously, as many of us are, my girlhood was shaped...
Michael Simmons, my father, comrade, and friend, was the first man I knew who championed women’s rights and the rights of LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual...
I grew up a child of divorced parents. My father was gone most of the time, and my mom did everything for me. She was...
The hands of the clocks turn until there are no hands anymore The years unfold: work, work, work the numbers on the paycheck...
Until I was about six years old, my father and I had a ritual of spending Saturday mornings in Central Park together. My mother was...