Diva Teacher, Writer, Mom, Potential Princess & Possible Cat Lady who's also positively in love with Ricky Martin
The memoir developed out of my MFA’s thesis manuscript written between the summers of 2012 and 2014, but the very first piece I wrote that made it into the book was done the winter of 2011, just months after the accident. After getting my degree, I let it all simmer for another two years until […]
Read MoreWhat you are about to read was originally published on Facebook on January 24, 2009, at 7:48 p.m. I had just turned 40. It is now February 2, 2019, and I am publishing this on my website at 6:07 p.m. I have just turned 50. I will revise each of the 16 to match who […]
Read MoreScars are defined as marks left on the skin or within body tissue where fibrous connective tissue develops to support and bind as a wound heals. Scars can fade, be covered up or even be surgically altered, but they can never go away. Scars remain. Scars remember. And everyone has at least one. * I […]
Read MoreDear Ricky, I am 50 years old today. Certified gold. And in honor of that, I was hoping to maybe get a personal birthday shout-out. Just like that gorgeous commercial made several years back where you sang “Happy birthday.” The one I posted from YouTube to my Facebook wall this morning. Maybe you could do […]
Read MoreLately, I just can’t shake this dull, overwhelming sadness that has attached itself to me. Like some annoying, intractable specter hanging about. Losing my loved ones. Impending doom. The fear of death and the unknown. Grief for what is yet to come. The thoughts cloud my brain, tugging at happiness. They beg for attention. Stop […]
Read MoreLife this past year has presented many simultaneous moments of both joy and heartache. It’s been strange. Sometimes difficult. And I’m sure it’s because of a multitude of reasons. Join me in thinking about those, won’t you? Jump on over to my newest piece of writing, “The Ghosts of Grief,” on The Grief Dialogues, where I am […]
Read MoreWarning: Angry Aimee Ahead. Read at your own caution and with the knowledge that sometimes her language gets, uh, colorful, when she is riled up. Dear People Who Drive at Night and When It Is Dark: (Please note, I started with “dear.”) Remember that there are other drivers also on the roads who have serious […]
Read More“You are the author of your own life story,” the skinny strip of green bubble letters outlined in neon pink promised. It used to hang above the chalkboard on the far wall of my classroom. Back then, I believed in that language arts message as hallowed inspiration. Now? Teacher-catalog bullshit. Only recently, I had become […]
Read MoreI remember her words like it happened yesterday. March 2004, San Francisco, California: the Northern California Forum on Holocaust Education. The United States Holocaust Memorial Museum had brought me in as a team member to run one of five classroom sessions, accommodating more than 200 attendees, including survivors. We had just finished a few days […]
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With love for Chuna Grynbaum/ Henry Greenbaum/ My Henry, 1928-2018 I will write about my Henry and his story soon, I promise. *A majority of these photos were taken by the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum on a very special day for me. Henry spoke at First Person, which was also moderated by my dear […]
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