How Great Thou Part

I’ve never needed to be right. What I tell my children is to remember what I did right. Remember the moments I caught myself distracted and not listening to what made your world go round and I stopped and heard your precious voice. Remember the moments I sang to you in the car while the…

I ease into my Friday with e-mails as I text an old friend. I meet her for the first time when I am twenty-three. I open the door of our rental in the Pennsylvania mountain’s and find her on the couch swiping nail polish across her fingers. I, ever the one to make a fuss…

  “What do you think it takes to have a successful marriage?” asks my niece. I will call her, “Ariel,” because she deserves a Disney Princess type of name. Now I have certainly logged some hours ‘noodling’ this puzzle in the past. However, ‘love’ is an impossibly simple, yet impossibly complex subject. In my marketing…

I make my way into my friend’s house. I flop onto her sofa as I often do. Her sweet old dog makes her way to me. Forcing her big body off the floor to greet me no matter that age pulls her down. I stop to indulge her because truth be told, I love her…

“I think it’s been enough time,” says a friend. “Enough time?” I question back. “Yes, you lost your mom three months ago and I think it’s time for you to move on,” she says. I am merely twenty-eight years old. These are the words of someone who has yet to lose either of her parents.…

I walk into the small, organic Bodega in my neighborhood. A few of us are chatting about my column. A man that I have never met before turns towards me and remarks, “Marriages end because someone in the relationship is selfish.”   I exit the store and make my way to my car.   In…

This past November, I sat outside with the slight chill of early winter rushing through the air. There were six of us, old friends noshing on food and filling up with laughter. A few weeks later, I pull my car alongside my mailbox, pull the door down and snatch the mail. I spy a handwritten…

I am chatting with a friend from high school. “I just read all your stuff and I don’t have any tissues near me so I’m drowning in tears,” he says. Of course he’s joking (well maybe not entirely) and follows up with a, “I’ve stopped crying now so I owe you an hour at $150.”…

A firefighter, a cop and a priest all walk into a bar. Sounds like the beginning of a great joke, right? Nah, that would be my Irish Catholic family walking into my Uncle Barney’s bar in New York. All those New York City cops and firefighters, and of course, my beloved uncle, the priest taught…

In the middle of some of my worst marital woes I find myself sitting on the white sandy beaches of Florida. The sheer, turquoise water in front of me as my feet inch their way into the white sand. It is the kind of hot day reserved for the gulf coast with enough of a…

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