Recently, I've found myself using the term "locking it down" frequently in conversations. It is usually accompanied by a hand movement -- I curl my left hand into a fist, and then slap the top of it with the heel of my open-faced right hand, and smush the two together...

My sister and I sat with my grandmother while she lay dying a few months ago.

She was incapacitated from the heart attack and subsequent surgery she had gone through in the week before. Her eyes were closed, her face sallow and transformed by the drugs that were staving off...

Every year, right around Valentine's Day, a flurry of women write articles directly addressing the large population of single women in New York.

This year, the two that I read were "Why You're Not Married" by Tracy McMillan, a "Mad Men" staff writer, in The Huffington Post, and...