Who knew I had something in common with Anderson Cooper and Steven Colbert? Turns out both their dads died young, just like mine, when...

I first started writing my childhood memoir in a high school writing class. It wasn’t until 57 years later that I continued writing it in...

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I never agreed to be 80. Never. When I said so to my daughter, she answered: “What’s the big deal? It’s only a number.” “Easy for you to...

In the bible, black is associated with mourning and death. Christian monks adopted black robes as signs of humility. In the 14th century,...

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As Donna Leon, prolific author of the Detective Brunetti series, writes in her recent memoir, Wandering Through Life: “I knelt down to...

You served me well For forty years But we must split And I’m in tears. We first met in my early forties. We were introduced by mutual...

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