Bill Shein has been in the news a lot recently. So I thought I’d re-post this blog. The more I read about Bill, the more I like the fact that the one act of random kindness resulted in my paying at least SOME attention to an election that otherwise would have passed me by. Here’s the blog. I moved to...

Just before I headed off to England for a quick visit on June 29th I spent four days in my studio narrating the audio book of “What the Nanny Saw” by Fiona Neill author of the NY Times bestseller “Slummy Mummy” and the popular Sunday Times column of the same name. Amongst other things, Neill’s witty, disturbing, engaging new novel shines a...

Like Arthur Ransome, I spent many glorious summer holidays as a child in the English Lake District. So, when Audible invited me to narrate Arthur Ransome’s classic series for children, I was delighted to hop on the train to Audible’s recording studios in Newark and read all twelve novels for them. Beginning with Swallows and Amazons (1930) and ending with...

It’s my birthday. I love getting older. It happens every year. As time passes, I find myself apologizing less and less for spending this precious time on earth the way I want to spend it, with the work and the people I feel drawn to connect with. For me, that’s the big gift that comes with getting older. Freedom from...

I heard Ned Hallowell talk about the key to raising happy children last night. He talked about connecting with your kids – playing with them, spending time doing fun things and helping them connect with community, with their school, with things they love to do, with who they are. If kids feel connected, they’ll grow up to be happy. It’s...

I’m alone at the cinema waiting for the movie to start, half way through my first box of Raisinets when I hear the following conversation in the row behind me. . Woman One: “You’re a saint, Sherry. Adopting that little girl no one else wanted. I am just so proud of you!” Woman Two: “We’d have preferred an infant, but...

…coming from a country with free health care, you’re shocked by the cost of American health insurance, and are forever trying to explain that no it is not true that the only reason the Brits can afford a National health service is because the waiting times are so long most people die before getting to see the doctor.

I’m alone at the cinema waiting for the movie to start, half way through my first box of Raisinets when I hear the following conversation in the row behind me. . Woman One: “You’re a saint, Sherry. Adopting that little girl no one else wanted. I am just so proud of you!” Woman Two: “We’d have preferred an infant, but...

Yesterday I woke up  hungry and late. My husband was home, the kids had no interest in going out – it was, literally, freezing, and so I decided to head off to Kripalu – a yoga/meditation center ten minutes from where I live. Why? Because they have a marvelous lunch. I sat down at the only empty table, but within...