Twenty Years

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By: Tanya Ward Goodman On the day the riots broke out in Los Angeles, I was eating lunch at a Thai restaurant on Larchmont Boulevard just down the street from the television production company where I worked. We didn’t usually all eat together. Mindful of my tiny paycheck, I usually scrounged left over bagels in […]

Hungry For Books

hunger games

By: Tanya Ward Goodman I have just started to read “The Hunger Games.” I’m curious to see what the hullabaloo is about. My nine-year-old son wants to read the book, but after a lot of thought, I’ve decided against it. I think he’s too young. I thought a lot about my decision. I did some […]

A Child And The Weight Of The World


By: Tanya Ward Goodman “He said something that really, really hurt my feelings,” my daughter said. “Tell me,” I offered. “I can’t repeat it,” she said through tears. “Okay,” I said. “I don’t need to know.” But she kept dropping hints and asking me to guess. “It wasn’t a bad word,” she said. “It was […]

Kentucky Whirlwind, Part 3

stone wall

By: Tanya Ward Goodman     “Midway is halfway between Lexington and Frankfort, that’s why it’s called Midway.  You know, mid-way.”  The hotel clerk gives me directions for the scenic route.  “You’ll see some things – keep a look out for the rock fences.” It’s my last day in Kentucky and I am driving to […]

Dear Mayra


By: Tanya Ward Goodman When you came to interview, you were wearing a perfume that almost kept me from hiring you. I have a thing about scents. For me, an awful lot of things wind up in the “smells bad” column -even things that might hit the “smells good” column for someone else. You smelled […]

Oscar Night


By: Tanya Ward Goodman This year’s award for most enduring bad mood goes to my daughter. She seems determined to sweep the categories for deepest scowl without the employment of a makeup crew, loudest door slam without the assistance of a Foley artist, and most dramatic performance of the phrase, “You are the worst mother […]