After a long winter of staring at a covered pool, Sophie was happy to be back in her bathing suit, paddling and kicking until her lips turned blue. While summer has not yet infused the water with

I don’t know if it was the leather, the chrome or the window-rattling roar of fifty Harleys rolling toward the National Mall, but Greta had to be a part of it. She ignored the helmet laws, kick-

Greta started crying before she was out of the stroller. She’d been there with her sister, she’d seen what they do, she’d overheard her parents whispering the dreaded words, “First hair cut.”  

After an early morning breakfast for their mom, the girls headed to the National Arboretum for a relaxing stroll. In the Asian Garden, Sophie turned to Greta for comfort and protection. A menacing

The dramatic arts demand dedication, devotion and determination. Those who wish to master its many forms must portray the most subtle emotions with a mere gesture, a coy smile, an arched eyebrow.