Down the Golden Slide
Kids, Drums, and boxes
I saw my adulthood acting up in all its bossy, achy, reasonable glory.
Telling on myself
Writing The Golden Slide filled me with an incredible need to tell on myself. Who do you think you are, Maayan? I heard myself saying inside my head…
The Golden Swing (in my living-room)
Here’s a true story about how an ill-tempered joke made an incredible contribution to a grandson, a grandfather, and the mom in the middle (that’s me, if you’re wondering).