There is either a decades-long conspiracy involving tens of thousands of scientists who have imbedded false formulas into the basic physics and chemistry textbooks, or climate change is real.
Now that my definition of "home" has a whole new landscape and mindset, I will take some time to reflect on feelings about the events that have transp...
This morning as I was reading a friend's Facebook post about a "financial reversal" that flew in the face of her expectation for the opposite in her w...
On a gusty November night, the vanguard of Egyptian journalism and activism convenes upon a roof overlooking the River Nile to commemorate the genocide of Native Americans.
I don't know about you, but I can never resist the smell of bread pudding baking in the oven. It's one of those things that can drive you a little mad -- and make you want to dig in before it's cooled down enough to eat.
Marc and I returned to the shambles of our kitchen. No one knew that Mickey had had a seizure. Our guests were consumed with their own family theatrics, oblivious to our family drama. Here we were, in the bosom of family, on our favorite holiday of the year.
I took for granted when I was growing up in my parent's huge house that one day it would be full of their grandchildren. It never crossed my mind that not only would I not be spending the holidays with my parents, but they wouldn't be spending them with each other.
Two weeks ago we celebrated Thanksgiving in the United States. Leading up to Thanksgiving I saw a lot of social chatter about what people were thankfu...
What if for any number of reasons -- geography, the high cost of holiday travels, rifts -- you aren't with relatives? And what if you don't have a partner or you're not able to spend the holidays with him or her? Are you doomed to misery? Hogwash! There are lots of ways to enjoy the holidays on your own or with friends.
The intersection of religion and social media came to a beautiful crescendo this year wi...
Pickup was uneventful as the children got in the car chatting away about a child who was sent to detention for calling a teacher mean. It was a typical day until "it" happened.
How is it possible that so much time has passed that I am watching my child have the same experience, one which is still so clear in my own mind?
How did he do it? How did he see stars instead of bars while in prison? Apartheid, suffering, and twenty-seven years of imprisonment did not stop him from leading a nation through a process of truth and reconciliation.
"This gentleman bought your drink." He looks supremely confused. The wiring that had allowed him to throw mental daggers at me just a moment prior is short-circuiting.
As we get older, we often find less is more. We may not decorate the house to the extent we did when the children were younger. And if the tree isn't decorated quite the way it always was, so be it.
So this Thanksgiving was kind of weird. My ex husband decided to start a new tradition, whereby each child has to bring a dish. Wow. Couldn't he have started that like 10 years ago, when I was cooking dinner for 20?