My joy

is my nearly-twelve-year-old. We snap and grumble and yell across rooms to each other and I get mad when she won’t try a new hobby or eat a vegetable and we are both stubborn and jealous of our alone time and like to hoard chocolate and she (like me) is clumsy and forgetful and bookish […]

Gerald Durrell’s

books about his childhood on Corfu are as funny and beautiful to me now as they were 35 years ago, when I found them in a used bookstore in Newton Highlands on my way to acting class at Boston Children’s Theatre… #nostalgia