Lit Hub: Writing a Memoir Taught Me How to See My MotherUntil I was five years old, my mother and I lived with her parents in Flatbush, Brooklyn. We never talked about my father. We never said...
Tablet: The Knock at the DoorMy mother divorced my father when I was 2. We never spoke of him. We never said his name. I grew up in Brooklyn, near the Prospect Park...
Harvard Business Review: Empathy RulesIn August 2021, my employer, MIT, announced that all instruction, without exception, would be in person, with vaccination and regular...
Medium: I Went to Paris to Mourn My MotherLike Proust and his madeleine cake, the taste of pain d’épices still reminds me of my initial grief I dropped out of college after my...
Thrive: Coming Out Of the Pandemic With Fresh EyesArianna Huffington interviews Sherry Turkle. The Empathy Diaries. A turn to memoir. How would you summarize the premise of your new book?...
Time Magazine: The Pandemic Made Us Strangers to OurselvesAll my career, I’ve studied what happens when the virtual encroaches on the most private moments of our lives. Having screens always on...
