by Dr. Donna RobertsThe summer of 1977 was the summer of the great debate in my neighborhood.
by Dr. Donna RobertsFrom hula-hoops to cabbage patch dolls to fidget spinners. From goldfish swallowing to streaking to twerking.
by Dr. Donna RobertsMost of the time we get frustrated when we can’t remember something. But then again sometimes we can’t forget things that we would like to.
by Dr. Donna RobertsThere is a myth about childhood—that it is carefree and without serious worry.
by Dr. Donna RobertsDid you ever recount an experience from your past, only to be told that’s not how it happened?
by Dr. Donna RobertsA childhood friend recently posted a nostalgic meme on Facebook. It was all fun and friendly. Until it wasn’t.
by Dr. Donna RobertsDo you have a good memory? Are you sure? After all, you probably don’t remember what you don’t remember.
by Dr. Donna RobertsRegrets: everyone has them to some extent. Harsh words, career mistakes, missed opportunities—these are all common experiences.
By Dr. Donna Roberts“It is quite true that man lives by bread alone—when there is no bread. But what happens to man’s desires when there is plenty of bread and when his belly is chronically filled?"
by Dr. Donna RobertsTurns out we were damaged in childhood. We didn’t realize it at the time, but now we are enlightened.
by Dr. Donna RobertsDid you have a favorite bedtime story as a child? I loved the fairy tale Snow White. My mother, on the other hand, was not so thrilled about reading it to me every night.
by Dr. Donna RobertsSuccess. We all want it. But just what is it? How do you get it? How do you really know when you’ve reached it?
by Dr. Donna RobertsIn 1948 Shirley Jackson’s short story “The Lottery” appeared in the June edition of The New Yorker. More than three decades later my sophomore English class reenacted the plot.
by Dr. Donna RobertsI distinctly remember the first day of first grade. It was the beginning of my love affair with education.
by Dr. Donna RobertsA colleague recently wrote an article about time, or, more precisely, the lack thereof. Specifically, it was about using increments of time as small as five minutes to write.