Student Showcase

My third-grade teacher was a firecracker. Young, pretty and vivacious, Miss Kroll made learning fun.  Every day following traditional lessons, we’d push our desks to the side of the classroom, and she’d plug in her portable record player and teach the class to dance. ...

  Once a week I leave my lawyer’s life behind for a few hours and drive to a bluff overlooking the Hudson River.  I sit around a large table with seven strangers in an old Victorian train station. Each of us reads a short memoir.   These stories are...

I often think about a favorite brown and tan houndstooth scarf I lost in a garage a few years ago as I hurried home from work, hands full and my mind on other matters. It was made of soft merino wool and big enough to be a shawl.  I liked to wear it on cold days over...

  His century-old skin felt like velvet as I took David Rockefeller’s hand. He looked up at me from his chair in the church’s fellowship hall, his blue eyes sparkling as I stood before him. I leaned down so he could hear me speak.   “On behalf of the Nelson...

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart. _Helen Keller     After the accident, some of the moments I missed most during the first four months of recovery were the “car conversations”...

Front and center is a little girl of three or four, a mound of curls against her pudgy cheek from the new doll she cuddles with one hand over the other. She stares directly into the camera, her chin slightly lowered and a hint of a grin that suggests she’s shy and...

The golden maple bowl was a big glowing half moon to my young eyes, fallen from the sky. Entering the dining room from the kitchen, it stood to the right of the doorway on three wooden legs positioned like a tripod to support it. It was wide-bellied and, suspended on...

here was a hole-in-the wall coffee shop on the southwest corner of 89th Street and Broadway. When the weather was nice, a large window opened onto Broadway and people could buy coffee, a soda or frank while standing on the street.  There was also a...

hen I was a child, our dining room had a large window facing east. The view was of the back lawn with pin oaks and maples and, right in front of the window, a billowy cherry tree. When winter began to thaw in earnest, our tree sprouted pale green...