One night, I was reminiscing, which I tend to do a lot of on nights I can’t get to sleep. My…
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Kylemore Abbey, home of the Benedictine Order of Nuns is situated on the picturesque west coast of Ireland. The nuns…
I did eight loads of laundry. I paid the bills. I cleaned the house. I filled out medical forms. My…
I drive across the Henry Hudson Bridge and get off the parkway at Dyckman Street, an exit I have always…
“Your Mom Has A Rockin’ Bod”. That’s what the handsome surfer looking dude told my eleven- and seven- year old…
Tilda Swinton made small talk as we strolled through quiet, cobbled streets to the door of her garden apartment. We…
Amongst the things I did not realize about having four children was the fact that there’d be so much stuff…
When you see the word “choice,” you might first think about the emphasis of the “pro-choice” proponents on free will,…
Two years after my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, my brother and I moved her from her house in River…
In Bali, where I live in a big bamboo and grass house, “Ibu” means mother… I am a mom, to…