Judith Hannan
The Write Prescription: Migrations
I have been privileged, for the past six months, to fill in for Nancy Aronie while she took a break from writing this column....
The Write Prescription: The gift of beauty
My mother used to tell me not to be flattered when my Aunt Jenny said I was pretty. I supposed she should know. She...
The Write Prescription: Wanting to wait
I have spent a lot of time waiting this summer. There have been the usual moments of suspended time — waiting for the electrician...
The Write Prescription: Seeing magic
It’s 5:30 in the morning, and I’m trying to figure out if I want to kayak. The conditions are just the way I like...
The Write Prescription: Dressed for takeoff
Choosing your outfit for an airplane trip in the mid-1960s was a serious affair. Dresses for women, jackets and ties for men. Party clothes...
The Write Prescription: Dog years
I am a sucker for dog videos. My favorite form of procrastination is watching “The Dodo,” which posts clips of dogs being rescued, rehabilitated,...
The Write Prescription: Restless body syndrome
My father was the one who taught me to look at the sky — through the naked eye, through a telescope, through smoked glasses...
The Write Prescription: Separation anxiety
A week after having a baby, my daughter had to make plans to attend a close friend’s wedding. The event was five months away,...
The Write Prescription: Picture perfect
When my younger daughter turned 12, she went to overnight camp for the first time. She had wanted to go since she was 9,...
The Write Prescription: In the face of helplessness
I am feeling helpless. This was not the opening for the column I planned to write this week. While this is a place for...
The Write Prescription: Speak melody
I was 8 years old the first time I held a flute. I can’t say it was love at first sight. Music lessons were...
The Write Prescription: Taking turns
I hear the Tinkerbell melody of the washing machine down in the basement. This is the second load of laundry my husband is doing...
The Write Prescription: Follow the leader
“I’ll change him. You sit,” I said to my daughter who I thought deserved some pampering since the birth of her son two weeks...
The Write Prescription: Between the pages
One of the first rituals of lamentation I indulged in when my older daughter left for college was to rummage in her closet and...
The Write Prescription: The wrong seal
I used to tell my children a story about a fictitious little girl named Nessa who lived with her mother in a cottage by...
The Write Prescription: The color of sassy
I am excited and humbled to follow Nancy Aronie, who brought us so many Writing from the Heart stories. That title belongs to her,...