My son and I are in the middle of his college applications. No, I’m not one of those helicopter parents. I’m not writing his essay for him.
Our bond is strong and even sweet. He still hugs me. But only in private. I love when he wraps his long arms around me, even if it’s for a millisecond. I get more high fives and fist pumps than hugs but that’s okay. I’ll take what I can get.
Thanksgiving is only two days away.
This year is my "other" year. As in I'm divorced and my kids are with their dad this year.
And sure, I'll miss them on Thursday. I'll even miss them Friday through Monday.
But that's okay.
Today is my seventh wedding anniversary.
Of my second marriage.
Which is also my last marriage.
So this past Saturday, my husband and I drove 30 minutes south to the island of Palm Beach to mark the occasion by spending a night at the beautiful Brazilian Court Hotel.
We had been to the Brazilian Court before, spending a night...
In 1998, when I left Manhattan for suburban South Florida, I hadn't owned a car for 11 years. Didn't want one. Didn't need one. I had the subways and the buses, my own two feet and eventually, a boyfriend turned husband who had a beat-up Hyundai.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, I want to share with you the story behind the best pick-up line ever. “Give me a kiss and make it worth your while.” Spoken by my second husband. Way before I ever thought I would have him as my second husband much less even have a second husband. I...