“What do you want?” he asked.
In one year, our son will be off to college and out of our apartment. There will be many changes physically, mentally and logistically.

This is a love letter to all women on Mother’s Day.

Something very interesting is happening right now. While it feels like time is speeding up, it is actually an illusion.

A few days ago I was asked to share a story about my first love for a galantine party.

I have long had a theory about pigeons and how you can tell a persons character by their treatment of pigeons.

It is hard not to take life personally. Especially when it appears everyone else has it all figured out.

This is a question that is leaving many of us in New York State and New York City perplexed.

“She spoke quickly at first, then I could feel her slow and the nervousness eased. Please go there I thought. Tell us your story…”

“I do not mean this maliciously, nor do I wish anyone harm.  I simply want you to feel what I feel – and I to feel what you feel …”

“Your Mother births you twice” she said, “Once when you are born and again when she dies.”