The Holder of the String
One year ago today I married this man. (And they said it wouldn’t last…) When you seek to marry (again) at 59 you know more. You decide...
I am 60 today. I have DSAP. I am so grateful for both.
Decades ago I began seeing splotchy red spots on my arm. The spots would get worse in the sun and itch in heat. Warnings began coming...
I Will Dance With My Son
I will dance with my son. That’s what I know. Jordan, who turns 29 today, is engaged. The boy who is my son will become the man who is...
How I knew She was The One (and Jordan did too...)
On Christmas Eve I was given a gift. Not under a tree. Not even in my home. 600 Miles away my oldest son, Jordan, asked his longtime...
Why Women Show Their Boobs. And the Day I Agreed with a Democrat.
When my children were growing up we lived in a home with a pool. It was a 30’ x 40’ in-ground mecca to which the adolescents of our...
Forget Perfect. Find Toby.
Forget perfect. Find Toby. I’m one of 12 million viewers who tune in to NBC on Tuesday nights with Kleenex to watch “This is Us.” The...
The Better Thing
Last week I had the (increasing amount of) gray taken out of my hair by my sweet young hairstylist, Courtney. Courtney had just returned...
"So Much Wasted Time"
“So much wasted time.” According to his daughter Katie, these were David Cassidy’s last words, spoken minutes before he died on Tuesday,...
The Age of the Everyman Author
At least once a week (depending on the frequency of my Facebook writings) someone tells me I need to write a book. Thank you, truly....
Where Books (and Mom) Take Us
My Mom is an incredible woman. She is exceptionally 'book smart.' In an era when women went to college to get a “MRS” degree, my Mom...
