Since the age of ten, when my mother gave me my first journal to help me cope with the loss of my grandmother, you can say I have been addicted to writing. You might think of having an addiction as something to be treated, and in some cases it might...

When I was in grade school I wanted to be a writer and one of the first things my English teacher told me was that to be a good writer you must be a good reader. Since that day, I have been a lover of books and have some ever-lasting...

My father died four days before Christmas, so for me the holidays are filled with both solemn thoughts and wonderful memories. Although it was 21 years ago, it seems like yesterday. We were living in Florida and my parents in New York. My father, a Holocaust survivor, was a vibrant...

Over the years I have oscillated back and forth on a spiritual continuum. After much contemplation I have come to the conclusion that I am spiritual person, but not religious. My spiritual journey began at the age of ten, when my mother gave me a red leather journal with Khalil...

When I was ten years old my grandmother and caretaker committed suicide in her bedroom beside mine. It was Labor Day weekend and I knocked on her bedroom door to see if I could swim in a friend's pool. With a child's intuition, I knew something was seriously wrong and...