Creative Writing for the Mathy Scientist
I was surprised when my son invited me to the creative writing class presentation. This from a kid who, over the years, has stood in my home office surrounded by boxes of my books and declared, “Mom, I don’t know how you can be a writer. I hate writing.”
Grace and Fuel on My Son’s 18th Birthday
About all anyone at the retreat knew about me is that my name is Jennifer, I am from New Jersey, and I prefer the meat-eater’s line at the buffet.
The Track Meet, Where You Watch Runners Stand.
I was travelling two hours by subway, bus, and car to watch 4 minutes and 52 seconds of sports.
Christmas Incentives for Teens: Jobs on the Knob
Instead of Elf on the Shelf, my 17-year-old gets Jobs on the Knob — Steve Jobs pointing at him from the doorknob in his bedroom.
City Colleges: Where’s the Campus?
She asked, “Where’s the campus?”
“You’re on it,” I replied, as the “T” trolley zoomed by.
“This isn’t a campus,” she assessed. “This is a street!”
Glory Days Well They’ll Pass You By
I’ve had many glory days since I danced to The Pretenders outside my first car, and I’ll have many more.
