Life
Last week, the husband of one of my girlfriends died unexpectedly. I’ve been widowed twice, and I know from experience this comes as a brutal shock. Even when we think we’re doing fine, there will come a time when you hit a brick wall, and the reality of it all descends upon you like a
If words have power (they do) and our thoughts create (they do) then we should pay much more attention to
While shopping for antique and vintage pieces, I’m always surprised at the devaluation of anything with a monogram. Whether it’s
A friend and I were having coffee when we started talking about how lovely it was not to go out
Do you know these six, important, common misconceptions about osteoporosis?
My, how times have changed. There are two budding entrepreneurs in my neighborhood who occasionally have a lemonade stand close
Last week I was trying to write an article that just wouldn’t flow. Over the course of the afternoon I
Today I transferred the contents of my safety deposit box to another bank. The contents contained things you might expect
It’s still winter here in New York City. Even though it’s been a mild one, I still find that I’m
I grew up in the world of antiques and never left, sharing professional time as a dealer, auctioneer, lecturer and
When I was unpacking my dishes and cookbooks that had been in storage for 10 years, I took a break
Everywhere I go these days, I’m surrounded by Nomophobes. Whether it’s at a luncheon, a business presentation, or a casual
For two hours, I’ve been trying to get to my desk to work on my book, but first, there were
For March’s book club, we’re discussing Abby Fabiaschi’s novel, I Liked My Life. It’s a beautiful examination of grief, marriage,
I used to find health and fitness so confusing. There’s so much advice – which can be complex and frequently
We’ve been brainwashed into working through pain. It’s noble. Remember the coaching adage, “No pain, no gain?” I’m the first
This week I had jury duty. I know… A lot of people roll their eyes at this often dreaded “penance,”
I asked my son the other day, “You don’t think I’m a hoarder, do you?” “No,” he said. “More like