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The kids grow up and go their own way. Time to breathe a sigh of relief. However, if you’re lucky enough to have parents still alive, your caregiving days will not be over. Now in our much later years when we are trying still to work and enjoy our new lives as singles--whammo! The caregiving demands spring up anew. But this time around, it’s very different.  As anyone who has been in our shoes knows--caregiving is rarely easy at any age--putting aside your own needs, listening and being empathetic, answering frantic phone calls in the middle of the night, cooking,...

Sometimes, you think you know someone or have some clues about who they are, but the truth is that you have zero, zilch, nothing. That's what I found when high-school classmate Laurie Kahn sent me an advance reader copy of her first book, Baffled by Love: Stories of the Lasting Impact of Childhood Trauma Inflicted by Loved Ones (She Writes Press, 2017).  I remembered Laurie as that pretty, popular-with-the-cool-guys, very athletic gal who seemed so confident yet aloof--too hip for me and my supposedly smart, student government, more nerdy crowd. We seemed to have nothing in common, and I can't...

My guy friend and I have parted ways. As I now sit home many Saturday nights,  I ponder whether I want to date someone new. I imagine a little cloud-like speech balloon that’s often seen in cartoons containing the text of thoughts inside my brain as I conduct an active dialogue with myself and a potential fictitious Internet date.  ME: Do I want to date someone new? Hmmm, maybe, then again, I’m not sure. Okay. Yes. YES, I think more enthusiastically. I’m tired of sitting home alone on weekends. Like reheated pizza, anyone might be good enough at this point. ...

It was a Friday afternoon, and I had just returned from interviewing someone for an article. While the information was fresh in my mind, I started to write the piece. I stopped briefly to look up something on Google, clicked on a website, and in a flash, my computer was hacked and taken over by some insidious cyber criminal.  And in that surreal nanosecond, all the LifeLock commercials I had seen on TV flashed before my eyes. Initially, I was seized with inertia because I couldn’t believe what was happening.  There are many things in life you think you really...

Most accidents happen at home. Now, I can put a personal check mark next to that adage. On a cold, snowy day in December, I slipped on ice on my driveway. I learned, later, I had two broken bones in my dominant right hand and arm. I’d never broken anything, but now, in a crisis, I had to work through intense pain to make decisions that could make or break my recovery to regain full use of my hand.   After undergoing surgery, starting therapy, enduring physical and psychic pain--with more to come plus another surgery, I found a silver lining...