The Game By Bonnie Tarantino   “Fucking Beautiful.” She said taking off her sun hat, her eyes filling with salt water. She rubs her head, feels the smoothness of her bare scalp, her raw skin. Her nerves jump up unprotected by the once crazy curly hair that fell out in clumps almost a year ago. […]

Essay 11 Student Section When I was a senior, my high school basketball team made it to some important round of a state tournament. As an officer of the student council, I remember printing out the flyers on the newly invented copy printer and making posters at lunch to hang around school to ensure a […]

Essay 10 Watering the garden. My garden is doing well. I lean over the fence telling my dad how to cage my tomatoes which are starting to act like vines that creep rather than climb. It doesn’t take me long till I throw open the gate, ditch my scooter and go down on my hands […]

Essay 9 Ruth Tomorrow, I celebrate Ruth who turns 90 though she is ageless. She has asked me to speak at her birthday bash so I am sitting and sorting through my memories trying to land on the right spot to tell the best story I can. I go back as far as I can. […]

Essay 8 Stitches Out Today I woke early and was dressed by 5:50am. I rolled into the living room with a water, a book, my glasses and phone. I watched the light come up slowly and just sat waiting , meditating, reading…. waiting for 7:45. My impatience was motivated by the fact that I knew […]

Essay 7 Everyone Knows They Won States, But No One Talks About The Prom Dedicated to Coach Korrow.. who gets it… Last night the Dulaney Women’s lacrosse team took Sherwood, the #1 seed, down to win the Maryland State Quarter finals. 13-9. As we were seated 8th this was an unexpected upset… for Sherwood. Today […]

Essay 5 Saroj Salad I am making Saroj Salad. For years when I ran the yoga teacher trainings through The Center For Integrative Medicine at UMMS my students would come to my home for the Reiki training portion of the training. Five times a year 20+ incoming yogis would fill up my circular driveway carrying […]

Essay 6 Brownies for Breakfast People often tell me I should write a book and I never get used to this huge compliment. When I hear it or read it my body caves in a little. I shrink back. I want to write a book but the picky reader in me doesn’t know if she […]

Essay 4 “Hey, MaMa, Mommy, Ma, Mom!” Yesterday was Mother’s day and I was thinking about the difference stages of being called Mom. When Lucia was born her mouth wanted to make the Duh sound first. Scott would walk in the room, her legs and arms would wildly kick up the air around her and […]