As a child, I was a wit. I could dance the hula. I had great hair. I was working on an ever expanding vocabulary. However, it was clear earl...

My earliest memory of scribble drawing was on a NYC sidewalk with a jumbo stick of pink chalk. The crack in the concrete wanted to be a nurs...

Coming to work yesterday was torture. I was the girl who gets off the train at her destination and then sits on the bench like 'ooooh he...