Why do I talk to my parents anyway?

Why do I talk to my parents anyway?

The other day a friend shared something I often hear. “It’s amazing you’re so close to your mom,” she offered. “It’s kind of unbelievable you are so good to your dad.” I suppose, in some ways, this is true. I suppose you could justify my not taking care of Danny....
The irony (and joy) of Mother’s Day

The irony (and joy) of Mother’s Day

It’s Mother’s Day. I’m in the car, on our usual trek to join my husband’s family in celebration, and I’m deep in reflection. It’s a weird day for me. Danny (my dad) would say that it’s a Hallmark made-up holiday. He’s right. And yet it’s a made-up holiday that nearly...
Bottom line – there is always hope

Bottom line – there is always hope

My daughter is a runner. A high school varsity athlete – twelve times over. It’s something to be proud of, especially because before high school she could barely walk around the block.  Now she runs three seasons – cross-country, indoor track, and spring track....
Why I Wrote Way Out

Why I Wrote Way Out

Writing a memoir is like getting undressed – very undressed – for friends, family, and strangers.  I’ve never been one to want to do that, yet I have (written a memoir not gotten undressed).  How did I ever end up here? For years I’d share stories of my childhood and...
Welcome to LisaKohnWrites

Welcome to LisaKohnWrites

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, with a cup of tea.  It’s pouring outside.  My son is upstairs in his room, playing “basketball” against the wall.  My daughter is out.  She’s driving herself home tonight.  It’s her first time to drive in the pouring rain.  I have...