Each year, by the time I was 12, my Mother’s Day card went to this guy. This is how it was – communicating at eye level with a hand on my shoulder for support. Always. He took me for my first bra and purchased my lady supplies at the drug store. He bought...
On my way to Kennebunkport in a limo for a luxurious girl’s weekend to celebrate a friend’s 50th birthday, I, like everyone, was not prepared for the Newtown tragedy. It was a bit surreal to continue pampering ourselves, and indulging in wine and good food while...
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