When you walk into a room you have less than ten seconds to make a good impression.
Because of my father’s illness, having a job was something my mother always found to be extremely important.
I am living the second act (or the third?) now at 63. Recently, I have been preoccupied about how 70 is looming on the horizon. My…
It really doesn’t matter how long you have been a “survivor”. Cancer is cancer.
I felt like I was in some kind of alternate universe. My boyfriend and I were in a seminar about a new construction townhouse development that…
I don’t care what your grammar school teacher told you, if you have lived a life, you can write.
What if women stopped coloring their hair? What if we forfeited manicures and pedicures, high heels and clothes that fit too tightly?
Cancer arrived at the end of 2018, unannounced and unwelcome, an intruder in our lives.
I hated school. I hated every aspect of it. I was bored and uninterested. I wasn’t cool or part of any specific demographic that roamed the…
But poverty still sits in the corner of the room for me, and no matter what success I have attained, I have always feel like I am going to fall off a cliff and end up in the poorhouse once again.