An alumni reunion reminds me of who I used to be

It’s 1999. Kinderheim Bregenz. You’re seven. You don’t really know what Red Alert is.

I used to think his unsettling acts were rooted in cruelty. Thirty years later, I’m not so sure.

On Descent, Memory, and Chongqing

I met Alan the first day of fifth grade at Ventura Elementary School. We were in Mrs. William’s class and our introduction was both as…

In the winter of 2000, I left Ottawa, Canada — a city known for its “fun” government buildings, frozen eyelashes, and a nightlife best…

He was the guy every girl wanted. Great smile, charismatic, charming, ever-pleasant. President of the Young Business Leaders of America…

I’m a strategist, a board director and a mom of two.

As missiles flew between Iran, Israel, and America, my family was a thousand miles away — and my only action was to count 108 stairs.