Maya and I are doing a college tour. We started in Chapel Hill, NC then Durham now we are in Nashville sitting on the rooftop bar/pool. We are good travelers. Often in the summer when the older kids were in high school and had summer jobs and Scott had to work, Maya and I would […]

The Harvest By Bonnie Tarantino I have been home a week and it has been a slow crawl back to myself. While playing house with all my kids for a month on the beach in Hawaii, I happily threw my almost empty nester self to the curb. Now I am trying to find her again […]

This morning I am leaving Hawaii after spending a month here. I woke hours before the sunrise for my solo trip home. Scott and Maya left days ago to make it back for the first day of Maya’s last year of high school. Jack and Lu left yesterday which is always sad but they promised […]

Magical thinking begets magical experiences. Yesterday I swam Waimea bay. When I got home I realized I was missing one of my black pearl earrings. I didn’t mean to wear my earrings to swim but they are often my go to and I forgot they were on. When I realized I lost the earring I […]

The Game By Bonnie Tarantino   “Fucking Beautiful.” She said taking off her sun hat, her eyes filling with salt water. She rubs her head, feels the smoothness of her bare scalp, her raw skin. Her nerves jump up unprotected by the once crazy curly hair that fell out in clumps almost a year ago. […]

Essay 11 Student Section When I was a senior, my high school basketball team made it to some important round of a state tournament. As an officer of the student council, I remember printing out the flyers on the newly invented copy printer and making posters at lunch to hang around school to ensure a […]

Essay 10 Watering the garden. My garden is doing well. I lean over the fence telling my dad how to cage my tomatoes which are starting to act like vines that creep rather than climb. It doesn’t take me long till I throw open the gate, ditch my scooter and go down on my hands […]

Essay 9 Ruth Tomorrow, I celebrate Ruth who turns 90 though she is ageless. She has asked me to speak at her birthday bash so I am sitting and sorting through my memories trying to land on the right spot to tell the best story I can. I go back as far as I can. […]

Essay 8 Stitches Out Today I woke early and was dressed by 5:50am. I rolled into the living room with a water, a book, my glasses and phone. I watched the light come up slowly and just sat waiting , meditating, reading…. waiting for 7:45. My impatience was motivated by the fact that I knew […]