I get married. It’s what I do.  I may have only one formal matrimony in my hamper, but make no mistake: I am the Elizabeth

We broke up on a Thursday in a foreign country where I only spoke a disjointed version of the language. In a charming little restaurant,

My 95-year-old mother laughed a lot despite past ordeals. And she was still ogling men. When Maryanne sent her husband to drive Mom to a

     “Wait, did you say you found someone’s ashes?” That is exactly what my step-daughter called to tell me a day after she’d carted

This is the story of a dying memoir, and how my sister died twice. Judith and I sat in my sister’s sunny garden outside San

When my wife left me, I kept looking for ways of retrieving her – in my mind, that is. Of course, this could only be

A person who identified as “Wondering in Arizona” wrote Dear Abby to ask what she thought were the three most important things parents should instill

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