I didn't get her name until the end of our time together. When she approached me with her beautiful smile yesterday at the National Cathedral, I wondered how she knew me.
It's so nice to see you here, she said. She asked if I still lived on M St. and did I still work at the school in the neighborhood. I scanned her face, hoping for any trace of recognition. I swear I'd never seen her before in my life.
She spoke with an accent, and wore a National Cathedral badge on…Continue
John Lennon was not my favorite Beatle. I loved him mostly because he and my brother looked so much alike.
When my brother was in high school, the Beatles were huge. Being ten years younger than my brother, I learned about the Beatles from him. I sat on the edge of my chair and screamed like a hormonal teenager the night they appeared on the Ed Sullivan show. I was too young to have hormones or crushes. But I loved "I Wanna Hold Your Hand," and I loved my brother. You look just…Continue