I exit the grocery store and make my way to my car. I open the door and throw my bags on the floor. I slide into the seat. I sit for a moment while I wait for my youngest son, Danny to make his way back to the car. A woman walks on the…

I enter the office with my marriage counseling tool kit. A cup of coffee and a few tissues. It is still early in my marital distress. I slump into the couch knowing instinctively that this is one of the few safe places to let go of my pain. The pain begins to find a way…

It is not long after I start my divorce that things get even more complicated and I am feeling a mixture of fear and hope. I hear a knock at the door. It is my friend. I will call her, “Rosalita.” In she walks, hands dripping with friendship filled gifts to ease my pain. I…

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…

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…

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…

I don’t know what my mom was thinking when she dropped me off in front of my Catholic elementary school. When she put this overly rule following, people pleasing girl in that grey plaid uniform, white shirt and criss cross tie and sat me behind that desk in first grade. I believed it all……hook, line…

So it’s Wednesday morning, well actually Thursday, but I am walking with my Wednesday morning buddies.There are three of us. We are on the first strides of our walk. The sun a bit hotter than it should be at 7:30 in the morning. As usual, I am a step behind. They are talking about my…

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