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This year, December 25th marks the date Christmas is celebrated and the day Hanukkah begins. It weighs heavy on my heart that wars are continuing to rage around the world and that many people of differing religious and political observations and philosophies continue to disagree and exhibit hate towards one another. What if we take

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The night before my first mastectomy I stood naked in front of my dressing room mirror, hoping to remember my

I don’t want to sound like some wacko who says, “God talks to me,” but over a year ago, I

While unpacking the last wave of boxes from my storage units, I found a letter from my friend, Marjorie. She

Over the holidays I read Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s. In the movie version, Audrey Hepburn’s Holly Golightly character opens

This afternoon I found myself thinking that the bronze beads in my new shower are a lot like life. If

In August of this year, 2016, I purchased one of what would become 2.8 million recalled Samsung, top-loading washing machines

I’ve discovered why people don’t live in their house while it’s being remodeled. As soon as the tarps are down

One of the things that gives me pleasure is watching women come into their own; that time in life when

Today I unpacked seven, cardboard wardrobe boxes that have been in storage for 10 years. I just thought it would

This week I was honored to be a speaker and a teacher at the 17th Annual Texas Conference for Women

I love the interiors of New Orleans’ designer Tara Shaw. Tara has an effortless way of blending Old World pieces

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. No one’s more aware of this than those who’ve already been diagnosed with breast

Twinkle, twinkle, little star. I sit on the floor, my tiny fingers plinking out notes on a plastic toy piano.

Philippa Kibugu-Decuir is singlehandedly changing the face of breast cancer and women’s healthcare in Rwanda. Philippa Kibugu-Decuir is not only

Since the early 1970s, Sandy Linter’s run with the cool crowd by night, and by day worked with top designers,

I’m frustrated. It’s a wonder I’m not on the floor in the corner of a room somewhere, babbling to myself.

Did you know the last Sunday in September is Mother’s Day? While it’s not the traditional mother’s day most of

If I were to write a back-to-school paper about how I spent my summer vacation, it would chronicle my relentless