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...
God named him. Really.
It was late in the year 1993. I had just discovered I was pregnant with my youngest son. At the time it was my secret. In my Mary-way I...
She is to life what mariachi is to music...
My daughter, Lindsay Chiero is to life what a Mariachi Band is to music: Colorful, festive, fun, a joie de vivre that always attracts a...
Review: "Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body" by Roxane Gay
Being a fat woman in America is similar to first century lepers: your condition is so abhorrent, so disgusting, so unacceptable that if...
